But I later got to learn, however,
That shielding my heart away from love,
Broke me more than any boy ever would.
My heart had become an impentrable fortress,
And I was suffering.
When you decide not to love, its like deciding to stop pumping blood.
And that’s what happened to me.
I thought I was protecting myself, instead I was breaking my own heart, killing myself.
I became a person I never meant to become.
I had a good heart; I had good intentions when I closed all the doors for crying out loud!
But I didn’t have a loving heart, and I slowly began to die.
I slowly began to welcome bitterness, envy, jealousy and even hate,
All because I was too scared to love.
In a bid to secure my heart, I damaged it;
The very thing I tried to avoid still came to me,
As I was heartbroken when I realised the person I’d become.
So what is the solution then?
It’s better to be heartbroken, than to be heartless.
Still to be continued…