My Heart

My heart is trapped inside a box. It lies under lock and key. Every person in life has a key to my heart, but does it exactly fit the lock? I've encountered many people who have keys with a close fit, yet somehow the lock never truly comes undone. So my heart, lonely and undefined, remains trapped inside it's box. My heart aches, watching each person put the key in, then yank it away saying "just playing!" My heart is crushed, after each person deliberately stepped on it. My heart is strong, having to build itself back up after being wounded so many times. My heart is scarred, forever and for always. My heart has a hard time finding happiness. The moment it does, it's ripped away. My heart, confused and frustrated, is somehow finding inner peace. My heart is afraid though. Why? Because it's just waiting for you to step on it. Again. Just like everyone else. It has a hard time believing you could do something like that, but it's scared. Scared of the past, present, and the future. My heart trusts you and hopes you can unlock the box, but it never truly knows. Not knowing is the scariest thing, but my heart is always willing to see how things play out. Fragile and fearful, my heart reaches out to you. The moment you realize you want to reach back, follow these simple steps:
1) Grab the box.
2) Remove the key from around your neck.
3) Put the key into the lock, and notice how it fits perfectly.
4) Turn the key, break off the lock, and hold my heart.
5) Never let go of it.

My heart will be thankful that such a wonderful person could finally unlock the box. My heart will be happy and strong because of it. Never forget that my heart, and all hearts, are delicate. They all have care instructions that only the right person can follow. Hold onto that heart and cherish it forever, because you never know when something so unique will come along again.

 -- MG

You Make Me Feel

In life, there are two main types of people: those who care, and those who don't. I've decided to ignore those non caring people. The only ones who matter are the ones that accept me for who I am and the ones who care enough to always have my back.
You make me feel.... Alive.
You make me feel.... Free.
You make me feel.... Inner peace.
You make me feel.... Confused.
You make me feel.... Beautiful.
You make me feel.... Confident.
You make me feel.... Unique.
You make me feel.... Appreciated.
If you're reading this, and you don't make me feel this way, then I'm not addressing you. I'm addressing those whom make me feel like I am important to the world. Those of you know who you are :)

For you :)

This poem that I'm writing is for your eyes to see

Because I want you to know that you're important to me

You make me smile from ear to ear

And my heart feels warm when ever you're near

As the seasons change, the people do too

So I'm glad that the seasons have brought me to you

Who would have guessed that we would become great friends

For you couldn't remember my name from 2008-2010

Sometimes I forget what fun is like

But with you I remember how to take flight

Your personality and charm, so bright like the stars

Maybe I'm beginning to admire you from afar

I've been hurt many times, I'm afraid to leap

So give me some time, as my heart opens deep

This poem is ending, with morning almost here

But remember that I always love having you near.

This poem is for someone who I feel very close t0. Over the past while, we have become closer. And if you're reading this, you know who you are. :) My heart still aches from previous scars, but just know, that after some time, I will be ready to take that jump. Just as long as you're willing to catch me if I fall down.

-- MG