A Love Poem

it’s hard for me to know that 

i have built my walls up so high

that no person would ever care to try

to climb over them and into me

it’s not that i don’t want to be loved

and it’s not that i don’t want to love

it’s just that

inside of these walls, deep into this facade that 

i have created- i am tender, i am raw, i am small, and i am scared

it’s not about passion, it’s about protection

it is not about love, it is about lost time

people think that i am cold

in reality i am so warm that

i feel like a spring afternoon, laying in the grass

and even though this warmth is deeply hidden

inside the depths

of the labyrinth i have built around myself

i am getting warmer every day.