Under Deconstruction

The walls are building themselves again.

Vulnerability, loneliness, and stupidity, allowed entrance into my safe haven.

Though I’ve been known for carless decisions that cause me great pain,

I was only searching for your seemingly solid foundation

On which my walls could surround and enclose.

Your sweet phrases filled my empty fortress,

Even when my words allowed my framework to be exposed,

You beautifully displayed my twisted self-portraits.

You guided the construction

While I pained the interior in all my favorite colors.

But you didn’t realize the power of my self-destruction,

And that I had locks for all the doors and shutters.

My home is where my heart is,

And brick and mortar have started their foundation around my pieced together heart.

I cannot let you live where my misery is.

I know the mortar is strong enough now to keep us apart.

I am the architect of my own penitentiary,

I won’t let the walls stand for anyone but me.