I wish that someone
could break through my walls.
I tried.
Soon to be free for a second time,
there will not be a third
sentence.
I hoped that someone could
sweep me off my feet,
rescue me from drowning
in ocean waves,
23 feet deep.

I hoped.

Searching for love,
needing a cure,
desperate to mend.

How could I have been
so blind?

So trusting.

So desperate.

Better to retain
love at a distance
than to feel so empty.