guarded

When you thought it was going to go right for you, 

and all along you have been ignoring your guts, 

and when it came, 

you're just trapped in your cracked little kaleidoscope, 

where you have been living when you met him, 

the one he help created with faded ink.

So you try to bring everything together,

tying those loose ends,

patching the nooks and crooks,

holding what is left for you.

But none of it could stand together,

because it wasn't meant to be together,

it tore itself,

it tore you,

it tore what's left of you.

So you build an even bigger, thicker, taller wall,

to guard your broken pieces,

to protect yourself,

to never let anyone else come in.

No one.