Open Book

 

Open Book
We found a tender love, wild and free.
Proof lived in your arms when you kissed me.
I was an open book, you a salt-warm breeze
through pages I should never have let you see.Was I wrong to open so wide?
Trusting too soon, giving all the slow time it took to love you,
only to crawl away with broken wings
and my heart still splintering.Friends ask where you are. I say I got it wrong,
“He’s just away, not gone for good.”
I speak of plans still ahead
while picturing you with someone new.Was I wrong to open so wide?
Trusting too soon, giving all the slow time it took to love you,
only to crawl away with broken wings
and my heart still splintering.It’s over now. The ache stays.
An ocean of tears I can’t release.
You’re sorry it hurts — you never meant to.
I’m sorry too… but this won’t fade.Was I wrong to open so wide?
Trusting too soon, giving all the slow time it took to love you,
only to crawl away with broken wings
and my heart still splintering —
pieces of my heart.