My heart is always open.
Always open for someone to waltz right in.
I wish I could say I'm guarded, or that I keep most people at a distance until they earn my trust, but I'm not and I don't.
Whoever comes into my life can easily go into my heart and tear it up.
They can tear the sheet music resting there to pieces.
They can mock the scars that lay within.
All the while with me smiling politely in the corner asking them to please not track in mud.
There are many doors in this castle of a heart.
The keys on the walls right next to them.
Everyone walks through the chambers.
The halls.
Gasping at the paintings that are my thoughts.
Pointing at the claw marks gouged in the wall, from myself and others who once walked these halls.
I wish I could say I'm not vulnerable.
Oh, but I am.
I overanalyze every word thrown in my direction.
I let my emotions shine through so easily.
Too easily.
