I took bricks to my glass house, a beautiful mess built from lies and forced smiles. With every beat of my heart I forced myself to throw the bricks even harder. When my heart felt as heavy as the bricks in my hand I stopped. I stood back taking in such a damning sight with fists ready to finish the damage that remained. The pictures still stood of a time that had passed. As memories flooded my mind tears came streaming down as i watched it all come crashing down.
My mind is my worst enemy tonight and she is on a warpath. Keeping me up with thoughts of love that has been lost. Times, I can never change and an aging clock. Tossing and turning in my bed she keeps rehearsing words that will never be spoken. The mind you see can be silly thing at times. Making you think so realistically you are blind. Blind to love or to any hope that someone could warm your heart. The very moment the walls come down and the red in your cheeks starts to rise. She hits you with thoughts of how this cannot be real. Those feelings my dear is just your heart playing tricks. Sadly, for me this voice comes in fast and strong. The walls stack up again, higher than before. My heart slows to its breaking speed, so slow it is hard to breathe. I sit and wait for the day to come when my heart picks up again. Only to know I will overthink every feeling of love. The notion is so strange at times. Finally seeing the doubt, I am so lost in was my mind playing the tricks. One day the warpath between the two will end. Who is to know if my mind or my heart will win.
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