enough, together

small fragments of a torn heart strewn
about the gold and garish room

with shiny trinkets dangling
from chains prepared for strangling

there pictures of my first love fell
into a darkish blackish hell

and you found me on naked ground
cradling wrists that i had bound

i told you that i am too much
too deep for another to touch

you handled every wound with care
with tenderness i knew was rare

and thought of silly things to say
to put my frightened heart at bay

placing each sliver in your palm
held in each tear a healing balm.

your weary eyes made you look older
as your head lay on my shoulder

and you confessed your own heart's lie
a rule of thumb that you lived by

you believed you had to be tough
said you felt that you're not enough

that what you want was never heard
no one had listened to your words

and in that moment i could see
that love was new inside of me

i placed your calloused hand in mine
as we drank down our saline wine

that filled each other to the brim
sent pleasure through our every limb

and with our rubbing hands and feet
crawled in-between the rumpled sheets

fingers that made my empty bed
were folding into you instead

and with the blankets of restart
i tucked you safe inside my heart