such (not) gentle hands…

i trusted you with my me,
opened all the doors,
threw away the locks of insecurity –
gazing now –
into the sun –
i find it –
mostly setting –
pulling with it,
down like tattered blinds upon broken windows,
all light,
all hope…
i trusted you with my heart –
gave in to weakness,
bottled up from years of – all alone.
how did i know –
you did not have such gentle hands…
and i would become indisposed –
naked and alone –
a shell –
with wishes never heard,
tossed lonely on an angry sea…