I close my doors on anyone,
With gray eyes I stare coldly
At those within my parameters.
Stay away,
My heart yells.
No soft spot shall be built
Upon this weary soul.
I have lived independently,
And will always do so,
Until God gives me the one
Whom I have never yet come across.
When the time comes,
It won't be confusing.
It won't need explanations.
It won't have to be forced.
It won't be wrong.
Everything will fall perfectly
Into their proper places.
And I'll know it.
I will just know it.
So until then,
I have to swat away everyone else
To keep this little heart safe,
And whole,
So that I could give it
In its most wonderful
And purest state
To the one
Who truly deserves it.