I fell fast and quick
right into love or something like that...
But the gates were closed
your walls tall stone above my head
with frozen snow dusting your chilly touch on my skin.
The last girl that passed through
had broken you...
You built your iron gates and brick walls high after that
then locked yourself into a painless, loveless hope for safety.
And I'm sorry that I met you after her
and not before.
Poems I've written over the course of my life and recently.