Bigger

I want someone’s heart to be big enough to hold me

Cradle every inch of my being

Squash every one of my fears

Relieve my doubts of being too much

The questions remain the same though,

Does this person exist and will I allow it?

After being so broken down

Could I ever call someone else’s heart my home?

It seems impossible to move from broken to whole.

It seems impossible to allow anyone else to receive my fullness.

Does everyone need protection when they’re opening the door to love?

I welcome you to my heart but how will I know if you let me inside yours?

I never know the difference

This is why I seem so open

but I’m more closed then you’ll ever know.

And yet I still long for relief inside the mansion of someone’s heart…

Perhaps if it’s bigger, it’ll be able to hold all of me.

Isn’t it odd, I feel as if I’ve never known home.