Literature
heart derp derp
how many times can a heart get torn apart while it’s trying to guard what it started before it can form into something important.
I kept it protected, deflected affection, rejected connection so I wouldn’t get wrecked when it ended.
I pushed him away with a practiced detachment a habit of snapping attachments the second they started to matter.
I said it outright that I fracture what I capture that after I answer with love I turn savage and shatter.
And still it went deeper than anything buried or carried before, a force that ignored every wall I had built to avoid it.
When I said I loved you it wasn’t a phrase I could phase out or play with, it stayed in my chest with a weight I couldn’t fake or escape.
When you said you it, it compelled something real into place, something stable that made every past mistake start to feel erasable.
Then fear interfered and appeared in a rush and corrupted the trust so I crushed what was clear into dust in a moment.
I melted it down
