Do you think that you can break these walls?
They’re made of a material
some kind of material
that is
indestructible
unbreakable
invincible
constant
and
unrelenting.
Stronger than cement,
Resilient
and,
truthfully,
quite daunting.

Why aren’t you scared of my walls?
Why aren’t you turning away?
You know,
the purpose of these walls
is to keep out
gentlemen like you.
You poke
and
pry
and
ask
and
worry
and
care.

Stop.
Stop caring.
Stop bringing me in.
Stop consoling me
and holding me
and making me feel safe.
I can feel myself
getting comfortable
and content
and potentially happy
with you.

Why are you doing this to me?
You know I always end up
hurt
and
dead
and
gone.
It takes a lot
and I don’t know if I have the
strength
or the
courage
or the
motivation
to pick myself back up
one
more
time.

You made me look into your eyes.
You said,
“Do you trust me?”
I don’t know what I saw there
something
indescribable;
incandescent.
Something
to trust in.
But can you please promise me
that I won’t get hurt?