My heart held a thorn bush no one dared to touch. It was my fault they said. "Don't put up a wall and then get confused as to why no one comes near."
But without my walls boys like children would tear through the garden that is me and leave it crumbled while they walk away untouched.
So I built up my walls studded them with thorns to scare away these clumsy men. And it worked. As soon as they realized they would have to work for me they left.
Why climb a mountain for something you could find on the corner?
But then there was you. You saw right through my frigid exterior. Every defense I threw up you carefully maneuvered. You infiltrated the maze that is my mind and when you came to the thorns around my heart, jumped in unafraid of the hurt.
I showed you the flowers I grew within them and you loved them. Oh how you loved them. When they started to wither you nursed them and when in health you marveled their beauty. You were their sun, their water. I thrived on you.
I thrive on you. So please don't let me wilt.
A/n Keep reading I'm going to try and update more often um you know the drill let me know what you think in the comments
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