You keep a barrier
the words and you
a hardened shield
to protect your
fruitful heart.
It’s been pierced before.
Your words, while beautiful,
you don’t always believe them.
Casting webs
around yourself
to stop the buzzing
flies from getting near.
You know it’s not healthy
and you want to tear the
webs and shields down.
The words are always there
and you know
they’ll be close by.