My Box

there it is
what you helped me see
and that's the entire rest of it
the rest of the things that make me all of me

but it's my box
the content is mine,
of me and named for me,
entirely my own

although turns out I also kept it hidden from me
but now it's free
this entire side of my whole
and the previous me feels like merely a shell
thinly veneered by convincing facade

stowaway secrets something I chose to do
and it hurts
knowing what I did
to keep it boxed away from the world
the greatest casualty was squarely me

so i stare back at you
into your eyes that mirror the one that you are
your depth of heart love soul
a character that would turn the key

but it's my box
the content is mine,
of me and named for me,
none but my own

this both is and is not about you
I exist within that paradox and quandary
because I convinced so many just to find one immune
and you kept pressing at me with intensity
that I was naked before and I yield

you ripped the plasters from my eyes and now I see all the colours,
all the subtle gradients of the seas,
and now I'm so overflowing with emotion that it's overwhelming even for me
I'm so overwhelmed there's nowhere to even start with how I feel

it's my box
the content is mine,
of me, named for me,
but always open to you