he wants to know what’s behind the door of my most caged in thoughts,
sound the alarm!
he’s gotten in.
my heart is no longer a secure vault,
it’s security system has been temporarily disarmed,
and i allow him to linger.
i don’t wish to keep those doors shut,
instead, i want to be somewhat of an open book so he can take his time reading the drawn out tales and lullabies,
get to know me.
and i go crazy over the unraveling of our minds,
i crave his intellect and introspect just as much as he craves mine.
so i guess i can’t blame him for opening doors that have been sealed for ages,
he’s curious about what’s inside.
and i’m curious to know what he will think of what is left to salvage.