I sit on the front porch of my naivety. I am too young to be this broken, my heart weeps from all my past days, but please I beg you don't misunderstand my words for an invitation to my apology. The door to my naive love has been left open by your departure and yet I cannot bring myself to close it behind you. I am frozen in a pit of empty numbness, I didn't expect you to leave your luggage of emotional damage at my feet. I only have space for my own luggage, this house built for one will collapse under the weight of your intrusion.