Be Fair, Be Gentle

     You look at me with eyes as piercing as darts. I desire to look away, fearing that you will pierce straight into the darkest depths of this heart.

     As you move towards me I am reminded of a couple slow dancing behind closed doors, its slow and sweet, tender and gentle, but also passionate and thick. I watch as you dance around my heart, luring it in and caressing it softly. Your eyes tell me that you know the depths of this heart, that none of it is a mystery for you, that you know and understand it all. I feel you moving in, slowly, but steadily, touching every part along the way as you make your towards the deepest depth.

     But I need you to know, this heart isn´t in its original condition. There are bruises on every side, open wounds that are still weeping, and pieces that are missing with no way to ever be found. There is also this ache.. this constant ache that burns in the depths, it burns as constant as the waves crashing upon the shore. It reminds me again and again that this heart is not well and that it wont ever be.

    As you begin to dance close, a feeling of panic wells up inside of me. The dreaded fear arises, that the nasty mess of this heart will be seen, causing the dance to end and then increasing the burning ache within.

     The walls go up and all the gates close. I pull away, hoping to save a little of what is left of this bruised heart. I try everything that I know to escape your gaze, to escape the darts that are aimed for this heart. But nothing works, to every direction that I turn, I find your gaze there. When I close these eyes, you are there in front of me. I find that I cannot escape you, no matter how hard I try.

     What am I to do? I fear that if your dart hits the right place, then I will be lost forever, that this heart wont ever recover. That the burn will over take me.

     So be fair, be gentle. If I cannot run, if I cannot hide.. be fair, be gentle and please don´t break me.