Boxes

When I come to you, I give you only a piece.
Only a tiny portion of the deeper me.
Just the scraps, the leftovers, the unwanted parts.
I only give you the extra pieces of my heart.
That's not how it's suppose to be.
I'm suppose to want to give you all of me.
I should be filling my days with you, and only you.
Instead I leave you out in the cold until your toes turn blue.
I get so caught up in this world and what it has to offer,
that most of the time I forget you altogether.
You get pushed in a corner, put in a box.
Shoved in a cage with chains and too many locks.
But still, you pursue me relentlessly.
Showing me your honesty.
Showing me your love for me.
Showing me your grace and mercy.
I am a sinner, through and through.
I will never, ever deserve you.

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