Emotional Vault

To keep her from feeling his wrath of pain
He shielded her by withdrawing to his cave
A place where his heart could bleed and not make a mess
To cause her harm or sadness would have been selfish and vain

Carrying on as if nothing was wrong
He suffered silently from the cut of her words
She intended well, and probably didn’t know
But the process of recovery could be long

It was the best he knew how to do
She didn’t deserve a puddle mess of wounded flesh
The old scars and skeleton were best held within the vault
Stoicism required a stiff upper lip, as all gentlemen should

In the darkness of the archives, his soul would hide
It was for the good of the relationship he would chide
But the hollow of the outside
Failed to glow without the soul of the inside

Keeping everyone at professional arm’s length
Few even noticed the change in his strength
Whenever she needed him, he played the part
She would not hunger, for he’d quench her heart

What he didn’t know, she felt the change
The winter of cold slowly gripping her lover’s heart
Nothing she tried could pry open the sarcophagus
The heart was now inside the vault

Red was giving way to blue, masked in black hues
Some how, he’d find a way to push through
For she couldn’t know how much her words had cut deep
For inside the emotional vault, repairs were much overdue

The Vault

Rocking back and forth… over thinking… not speaking, he sat back trying to understand what was happening.

How could someone who promised to love him and trust him… turn and slice him to shreds?

In a society that’s constantly devaluing the worth of a man while still struggling to give women their proper worth, the few who can be honest and authentic are left at a loss.

Not a loss for having. A loss for knowing what to do when things get dark and difficult. One could do the old fashioned way and yell, but that’s not very mature or evolved.

The balance between being a weak and restrained is easily blurred. Too quiet and you come across as a doormat. Not quiet enough and you’re prematurely jumping to conclusions.

Yet, in the heat of the moment, when emotions are their most raw, speaking and identifying feelings that are too visceral to quantify is not easy.

Many a persons have felt stuck in this weird place. They got hurt. They know it was accidental, yet feels intentional. Plus, it appears to be their fault, even though it is not. Worse, the other, the partner, the lover, appears completely oblivious of the consequences of their action. Some even appear defiant.

It’s a mess. Too many decide to just emotionally withdraw and pause. Sometimes, that’s the wisest thing to do. Other times, it’s a very lonely place to hide… especially if you’re in the middle of experiencing a rush of thirst causing you to crave your partner most sinfully.

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