Walls

I grew up learning lessons. Lessons on how to build my walls high and sturdy to shield myself from the pain of the world. Yet these walls are starting to crack under the constant character development that makes me create scenarios in my head of why you’re still perfect. Development that makes me want to believe you’ve changed into someone I can trust with my heart. But you haven’t. Your development is a facade to trick me into breaking down my sturdy walls to let you into what I spent so long protecting. You slither in through the cracks of false hope and make my shield look like a big joke, but I trust you. I trust that every word you say is the truth without any doubt for your intentions to sway me to look your way. I trust that you would never hurt me when everything you mutter is an utter waste of time. Your words make me shudder and yet I would still take a bullet for you like you’re mine. That’s what your words do to me. They make me believe that I have nothing to worry about and that I can break down my walls for you. You will be my shield from the pain of the world. But what my heart fails to realize is you are the pain. Cause one day you will leave me like heartbreak is easy but it’s not. I feel caught in this jail of emotions. My trust is overflowing but the doubt is creeping closer and I’m lost.