Chains

The heart is a lock; Love is the key. Once you open it, you don't want it to close.  Hurt and pain are chains that will keep it closed. When it's closed, it's hard for it to open up. My insecurity is trust and it's hard to gain, so don't lose it. I had many "Mr. Wrongs'" in  my life and will it ever stop? When will I find the one? No more reminising, no more insecurities, no more lies and secrets, no more drama...

This poem is about: 
Me

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