Word of the Day Challenge #79-Untitled Poem

Woven
fantasies
dreams
of what I really want.
I try to deny
pretend
that love is an idea
not anything I am meant for.
Pain deflected
sly smile
shuttered eyes
I have released hope
allowed it to sail away
never to come back.
This heart of mine
colored black
barb wired sharp
honed to strike
asp bite
bitter tears cried
why
where did it
do I go wrong?
Why when I peek
let my fantasies through
love is first on the list
to hold
to have
to be desired
that is all I…..
taking a hiatus
following a path of my own
what come shall be of my own making
no more running
no more fleeing
I am opening myself to everything.
©Dec. 28/19
Picture is my own