I was hurt. So I built my walls tall and high, certain not to let anyone in this time. But these beautiful wall climbers, emotional fools they kept growing all around, making small cracks and crevices in between the joints and the bricks, and I know not when, but love entered silently through those cracks, conquering my heart all over again. There I met you. Tall, mahogany eyes with a scar on the right eyebrow. I stop, breathless for a moment. Your stares, it burns every inch of my soul but somehow, the heat was comforting. You have that boyish smile that makes me stare and wonder whether your mouth tastes as sweet as your lies. But no, I must resist the urge to come closer at you. I can't risk everything I have now, not again. But my inner soul says different. Why does she says that I must? Why does it feels like my pieces are slowly healing and coming back. When you're there, filling up the gaps between our fingers, I feel like I am okay. Like I don't need the prison walls I made for myself anymore, because this time will be different and better. It's going to be well worth it.
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