I ain't no architect
damn well don't know the
way I must piece my
heart together
the heart that was ripped to bits
shredded to pieces and stomped upon
by people I thought were mine.
I ain't in perfect shape
but I've begun to construct myself
my heart built walls around it
put in a silver cage where no one can reach.
I ain't afraid to love,
trust me pal.
I'mma afraid to trust.
Trust is one thing that can be broken
over and over.
I'm nearly there. Pieced together.
A better version of myself
invincible but wary enough.
I still got love to give,
but if you want a heart to break,
sorry pal, it ain't here.
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Blues and Blossoms
PoetryEveryday blues, fragrantful blossoms, all the thorns, the seaweed and everything in between. poems on love and life. just pure feelings. Poetry written for versification 2023 by @wattpadpoetry Cover designed by me❤️✨©®
