A poem for him

Ensconced in glass

my fragile heart awaits

under lock and key.

Fortified walls built

and moats dug

to keep it from shattering again.

Too many times

has it been patched;

pasted clumsily together.

So subtly,

so unceremoniously

you breached my defenses.

The key is yours to take

If only you would ask.

But I am stifled,

paralysed by fear;

silent in the castle I built.