it's funny
how i build these walls around my heart:
strong, resistant, resilient;
they protect it from the sharp edges of slipped words from your tongue,
they shield my heart from the harshness of spitfire.
and yet
they. always. break
even after how many times i rebuild these tall walls,
even after adding multitudes of obsidian,
it always breaks under your words
and i'm growing tired
the once overflowing energy in my veins are slowly diminishing,
the nerves building this wall around my heart are slowly losing their light
and there will come a day
where i don't have the energy to rebuild these defenses,
where my heart will lay beating but vulnerable
and there will be a day where your words hit just the right spot,
and then there i will be,
slowly bleeding out, color draining from me as i find it harder and harder to get up
but today will not be that day,
i will continue to build these defenses,
only letting those worthy to enter,
my heart will still beat and it will beat strong
today, your words will simply bounce off these obsidian walls and fall to their demise
im okay now, just needed to let it out
