Too Soon
I don’t want you to leave.
I don’t want to remain an empty shadow,
shrouded in memories of time,
that’s long lost.
I gave you a piece of my heart,
not all of it,
not even half.
It was little to you.
You wanted everything,
to take it all in your hand
right from the start.
But how to give it to you
- the heart —
that I’ve kept to myself all my life
— in a beaker,
that it may not be broken,
to last longer,
to stay forever young
for someone ready to love it.
You want without knowing
do you need my heart
or just a sense of possession,
to control your feelings,
for power over your actions
and moods.
Are you looking for a lover
or a slave to your ruthless ego,
that doesn’t give you permission
to see further than your nose.
You’re a prisoner, don’t imprison me.
Let me have my heart.
It knows,
it feels,
when someone asks for love too soon.
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