Restricted Rations

I’m not afraid to love.

So why are you?

With your heart so red, but your feels so blue.

I don’t run from the pain.

I’m sure that you know.

Water me with grief and watch me grow.

Are you somehow worried?

What they all may think?

Or that your armor will show a naked chink?

Do insecurities rule your reticent world?

Dictating action through mental dread?

What is this mystery that rules your head?

So please, sit on your pew.

Hands crossed in prototypical fashion.

While your heart hinders love as we slowly die from restricted rations.