Let Your Wall Be Mine
A poem about loving someone who guards their heart.
Some people build walls
because someone taught them to.
Not out of coldness —
but because being open
once cost them something
they never got back.
The Poem
Don't tell me
I came too close.
Don't tell me
your wall can't fall.
Don't tell me
there's no chance —
because I don't know
that word anymore.
Not since I met you.
Forgive me
for losing myself
in your eyes,
and for looking
not for a way out,
but for a way into your heart.
The way you touch —
leading my soul
somewhere I have no name for.
Tell me you don't feel it
and I'll walk away.
Say the three words
and I'll wait.
In the rain.
Through every tide.
In the cold
of closed doors —
until your gentle soul opens,
until you find the courage
to trust my love —
until there is one chance
to take the wall down.
Because I can't protect myself.
I wasn't ready
to come this close.
To fall.
To feel
what I didn't think
I could still feel.
Your gentle heart
knows what pain is.
But it also knows
that love can heal.
So from now on —
let your wall
be mine as well.
Closing Note
We talk about love
as if it means breaking through
someone's defences.
Getting past them.
Making them let go
of what kept them safe.
But maybe that's the wrong idea entirely.
Maybe love is standing
on the same side of the wall —
not asking someone
to be unprotected,
but making sure
they're not alone behind it.
You don't have to be open
to be loved.
You just have to be found.