sweet heart

breathing slow, theres only finger-picking wonderment and sweet smiles.  just surrender, says heart.  heart speaks, says, ignore closed chapters.  ignore neon warning signs and dead end signals and go, run with this fresh spirit, this virgin boy who offers me his heart.
but his sweet innocence turns me off, makes me reel with surprise and uncertainty.  it makes me close myself, realize this is not what i want, who i want, where i want to go.
brain whispers, let him down easy, early.  don’t be afraid of his broken heart, he can’t be in so deep it’s only been the turn of autumn leaves.