For years I believed
I have sovereignty over me
That the power to choose whether or not someone could get inside me
Is solely on my hands

Perhaps my heart was wrong, after all.

For years I believed
The gates were made of steel
As strong as the power of heavens
That whoever tries to intrude
Cannot push through it

Perhaps my heart overestimated its power

For years I believed
That I could live without the flutters of the heart
Without the swirling and swarming of lights and deluge emotions
I believed I am on my own
That my hold on my guard has reached the strongest peak

*Perhaps my own heart has betrayed me.