Broken, like my heart, the house stood in need of much repair. Shattered windows let in the creatures that plague my thoughts as cobwebs sit lurking and hunting their prey. Thoughts of you with her, adding to the secrets, only walls could tell. Walls can be torn down, and feelings reopened, yet still, guarded is my heart as I pick up the pieces and I paint over the hurt. Like the house, my heart will heal too.
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