If my heart is just a broke machine
Am I not just still lost in dream
To think that you not from a portal
Could mend these scars considered mortal?
Not for one to take the risk
To take their tools and try to fix
The damage done by ones before
Ones closer, looming at my door.
Though not for me to try and prise
What you consider glowing prize!
And so you pry; eyes moving, still
Whirring, searching for your thrill!
I most truly must insist
If you my dear must persist
Along a path I find so jolly
A path I hope we find not folly.
Though I must wake when you sleep
You sleep when I wake and keep
A track on hours twixt the time
We next speak to each other online.
A modern day romance, fairytale?
Perhaps a story not yet stale
And I for one can’t wait to find
If love is really, truly blind.
Here though the unwelcome grounding;
Common sense prevails resounding:
I must fix my heart for myself, for me
Before I can allow the thing to wander free.
To love myself so that another can,
To realise yes, I am a worthy man
Of not just mine but another’s eyes
To be that wanted, glowing prize.
© Kris Blackburn 30/09/2015