The heart is a fragile little thing

So easily wounded

and when the heart meets the imagination,there are no bounds

the place where all my hopes and fears materialize

the construction crew for these walls around heart

these walls ,the cost of

one word spoken or unspoken

three words misspoken

“I love you”

no admissions currently

this heart is still being reconstructed from the last

the last time it foolishly jumped in without consulting the brains

the last time it imagined itself invincible, unbreakable…

it imagined forever