Not Ready For Love

Every night love knocks at my door

Waves at me through the glass window

Tries to ooze in through the cracks of the walls

Disheartened and unable to break open,

Leaves at the first ray of the sun.

I know he will be back again tomorrow trying his luck out

And my best friend advises me to let him in

Before he knocks another door

But what she doesn't know is

The fire in me is dead

And the matches required to kindle the fire

Are wet

And every night I stay awake drying my wet matches

And one day she is vexed with me

And asks me to spread them out in the sun

And I tell her I can't do that

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p>The sun will burn me out

And she gives up on me

So you see, I am trying to save him from me

Deep in my heart I know he too will give up on me

It is just a matter of time because no one likes long winters.

My wet matches have already turned cold this winter

And it would probably take a lifetime to dry them

And to light a fire out of them

But it is okay, I am not in a hurry,

I will redeem myself one day

And probably will find love again

But for now I am not ready for love

I am healing, I am saving myself

And it is going to be a long, cold and dark winter

Before spring sets the matches ablaze.