open arms

A Poem by onlytemporary

When we kissed, her lips felt soft against my own. Foreign skin pressed against mine, somehow, felt like home. We had only met briefly but my heart came alive in that moment and I know I feel far too much way too quickly but I can't help that this lonely soul craves so much affection and offers all of itself to the first person who knocks on its door. Passed love weighs heavy on this heart like snow on treetops and this weight is far heavy for these already broken branches to hold. I'm tired of carrying this pain all by myself like moving boxes for a home that I have yet to find. I can feel the cold seeping into these bones and I can feel these limbs growing weak, this heart slowing down. Please, let me in, we can carry the weight of each other's worlds together and I promise to carry what your hands can no longer hold. Even if that means carrying it all.