In every relationship, you have two people, and those two people have heightened feelings of endearment towards one another, but the problem is those feelings don't always match every minute of every day in the beginning. Relationships take constant work at having faith in each other and not giving up when the going gets tough.
I am the person with built up walls. Cement and brick is tattooed on my skin, and a do not enter sign hangs on the walls, but what happens when someone rings the doorbell…repeatedly. Or a tiny flower grows through the cement cracks?
You are the weed that grows through the grey cement. You are the sledgehammer to knock down the walls…you just haven't found the sledgehammer yet. Don't give up. It's hidden around the building somewhere. Unlike most, my heart isn't on my sleeve. That would be too easy. Consider yourself a hero, because I know you're here to stay and up for the challenge.
When cement walls are built around a heart they aren't constructed for style. They are messy, dusty, and dangerous. Loving me will be like walking through a demolition site. Tears will fall like shrapnel from the sky. It will take time to knock each wall down. There will be nothing like it. Time. You have the patience so as each wall falls, re-stich my heart back together in crazy colors. Make my heart explode with reds and blues. Paint a rainbow where the demolition site once was. As all the walls are finally gone, don't walk away. New walls can rise. Tattoo them in front of the rainbow. There will be nothing like it. Instead of living in a run down cement building, inhabited by many in the past….we can build whatever we want around this heart. How about a fence, so after you, no one else can make it in? Tattoo it there, in front of the rainbow.
Because this heart has new feelings. I can feel it. It's unsteady beat is long gone. Today it beats to the rhythm of laughter. And it's stitched in colors unknown. Don't give up. Peel back the layers of doubt. Plow through the field of loneliness, and sweep the ground where the fence around my heart will go. Who knows, maybe you were suppose to fall for me. I was suppose to ruin your plans and you are the only one to find the sledgehammer tattooed on my skin, tucked neatly, near my heart.
