My heart is in more ruins than the Aztec temples. And I cant find enough pieces of debris to build a proper wall around my guarded heart. Oh how desperately do  I need a wall because I am terrified one day someone like you is going to walk right through the cavity in my chest and make a home out of my battered heart. You see I've never had a real home, so the idea of finally finding one terrifies me. If one day I cannot pay the rent losing the one place I finally felt at piece would be too much to bare. And I've heard them say home is where the heart is, so if I buried mine six feet under the hard November ground does that mean my home is beneath the suns as well? Because some days I swear I would be more than happy to pack my bags and move out-- or rather under.

Yet, there's something in the crack of your foundation and your shattered windows that makes me wonder what keeps you here when your whole world is in ruins. And theres something about the way you smile that makes my heart beat faster than it should. They say love is the best remedy so why am I so terrified of falling for you? I've never been scared of heights but suddenly this jump feels a little to high for comfort. Maybe I'm just scared you'll take one look at my broken pieces and decide I'm not worth the work. So when I shied away from your touch you told me broken hearts were the best building material. So maybe we should grab a shovel and dig mine out because I'm sure between the two of us there more than enough rubble to build a home for two.

Erica Diane