Stone and Mortar

New Poem. Not sure if there is a specific person in mind with this poem, or if it is simply a collection of past. There really isn't any rhyme or rhythm to the poem so don't try and find it. It's not even a poem really, it's more just a collection of thought. So I hope you enjoy. Leave comments. Etc. <3







One scar at a time



I built up the walls



each brick a cut-



that you left on my heart.



Each tear I shed,



the mortar to hold it in place



but each time you smiled at me,



a brick fell away.



I tore down my castle



to let in your light,



to bring in the sun,



but soon darkness descended,



and hatred consumed me,



as my walls caved in.



The flood gates had opened



and pain rushed in,



drowning in sorrows



choking on sins.



I reached for your hands,



my salvation incarnate,



but instead of my safety



wrapped up in your arms,



I was left there to die,



your smile no longer a place I could find,



but only the monster I had feared would burn me alive.



I rebuilt my walls,



each cut was a brick,



each bruise a support,



and tears as my morter.



Now it is stronger,



no longer can you find a way in.



I can't trust those eyes,



or your sickening smile.



Now you are back,



asking to let my hair down.



this is no fairy tale,



but if you insist,



I'll show you just how much it hurts to resist.



My archers take guard,



armed with words that can sting



and syllables to kill.



My walls are invincible,



can't you see?



I built them to be love proof,



the moment you hurt me.