Good at Ending

Grief of not being able to feel love

A fateful night is easy
Or few cigarettes.
Than to open a heart.
For love, you have to open it.
Its not love
If you can't completely submit
Like a nun sacrifices her to Christ.
No strategy
No scheme,
No Calculation of risk.
You need to have an open heart
A heart ready to break rules,
Confident to make a leap of faith
A heart courageous and soft.
When you stop thinking,this is when love arrives.
And I know I can't open my heart.
I can't write a begining
I can write a document
I can write a report
But I can't stand the turmoil of a begining,
Beginning of a poetry called love.
Ive only gotten better at goodbyes,
Im too good at writing ending now.