The Saviour in the Sand
A letter to myself
You seek them out amongst the many
Fingers trawling gently at the sand
You pluck them out mercifully
And hold their fragile heart in hand
Lips speak swiftly straight to their soul
Whispers of strength, love and power
They lose themselves to your charm
Bees lured to sweet petalled flower
Fantasies of being whole again
These promises you prove true
For you piece them back together
Your love holding firm as glue
And suddenly they love you back
Because you saved them that day
And forever in their heart you'll be
A debt they can never repay
Is that why you search for them
Amongst the million grains of sand
Gently feeling for the damaged ones
So you can choose the broken man
The one who will need you more
Than you could ever really need him
The saddened soul that you can save
So he has no choice but to let you in
You tell yourself that they find you
And take all that they have ever wanted
That it is they who are the hunters
And you the innocent, the hunted
Because the truth you can not bear
To hear or think or speak out loud
The truth nestled behind your breath
Like rain sitting heavily in grey clouds
That you are not worthy of real love
The kind you accidentally fall in to
An organic love igniting from the heart
As trust and hope are foreigners to you
Maybe something happened to you
Or perhaps this is just how you're built
There isn't any room for real love in you
Amongst the self hate, hurt and guilt.
© 2017 Luna Blue
