darling

my heart has grown so accostomed to defeat
in result, it is constantly making
itself locks. vaults. chambers. layers.
when i tell you i give you my all,
i give you all of what i can.
of what's left.
maybe somehow, the layers could
fall apart and the locks go unchained.
until then
you do not posess me.
i am not yours to have.
a wild heart on a winding road.
i haven't started down the path,
but nothing is really stopping me.
you can either hold my unsteady shaking hand,
and walk down this mysterious road with me.
or kiss me goodbye and watch me fly.