When does the heart learn?
When will it realize?
When will it cease,
trying to trust,
trying to love,
trying to believe
that people are good.
that if you give a part of yourself,
another part will be torn away.
The rest left behind,
beaten and bruised.
I need a wall -
a wall of stone.
Thick and unbreakable.
I need to exist -
somewhere else.
Somewhere,
alone.
A place where there is no one
to tempt my heart -
to open,
to trust,
to love or to believe
another,
ever again.
