After a scorching I put up fire doors to stop love burning my heart. Doors that were made of drugs. Doors built with alcohol units. Doors of anonymous sex.
I was smart.
So I thought. But the heart does not beat with thoughts. With biblical force you crumbled my doors.
I was a fool.
When did me become we? When did we matter more? Stripped of defence I lurk, heart beating fast in its panic room. Waiting. Hoping.