You started warming my walls, high and cold walls that protected my heart from getting hurt. Walls that began to melt with those eyes and smile of yours.
But you forgot that cold burns too and it was hurting you, but you didn't want to let go.
Instead you rushed the process to break down my walls...but you weren't trying to melt them down. You were throwing everything in your way at it, you were banging a hammer against it.
Until you broke down my walls, but then you left. You were tired of trying.
You broke down my walls, but then broke me as well.
YOU ARE READING
thoughts.
Poetrythey say overthinking would kill your happiness, but it is the only way i get to know myself. -thoughts, poems and feelings.
