• My heart is caged up,
    very few are allowed in,
    but once they step foot,
    it’s hard to bring their end.

    I loved him, he was the first.
    We laughed and joked,
    and he taught me how guys are perverse.

    I never meant to let it go this far.
    For when he stopped, I did also,
    and it was then I learned,
    you must love someone for who they are.

    When you make someone your life,
    offering them the world,
    you become a puppet,
    and lose who you were to be.

    I mourned him like the dead,
    reminded myself I made the choice,
    just because you stopped the clocks,
    it doesn’t stop each second from bringing hurt.

    Never again, will I let someone steal me away.
    Nor will I put my heart on a string.
    For love is when you love them for who they are,
    not who you can make them be.