the walls
it was really never about trying to get in.
perhaps it was the sole heart they were protecting. it’s not really castled or anything; more of just protected by the past experiences that have affected this way of thinking.
come in the rain that does not have to be protected by this sweet sound that echoes within the walls of your heart, you will remain unscathed. the protection is always there to give security to something fragile and precious, and i wouldn’t dare to break in.
instead, for the first part of this whole equation, let me admire it from afar. let me take my shallow hands and graze upon the surface of the bricks taht laid foundation to this partition you have made for yourself.
it wasn’t fully covered, no, your heart wasn’t fully covered. it still had a little bit of its own piece sticking out, like it was calling for my attention to take inspiration from something so inviting.
“beauty really comes from within.”
it does, and it’s no shot that to appreciate something holistically, you have to include everything that can and will be learned.
those walls are part of something bigger, and instead of thinking that it’s a divider that separates you from the piece, it’s part of the experience of knowing what to love and what to learn.
it was really untested on whether or not people would see the bigger picture, much rather the whole instead of just a part, and a shocker it may seem to those who never have learned how to be lost in wonder while taking glance at something that’s too amazing to put into words.
castles have walls.
they weren’t left unguarded.
they had these barricades that prevented any and all unworthy to be barging in without any notice. they hampered any external forces from attacking what’s pristine inside these castles. they prohibited attackers and looters from being successful in gathering what they need without any legal action.
maybe it really is part of the attraction, to also love the walls that make up the barrier that we needed.
maybe it was this whole “actions have consequences” saying in which these walls have been brought up, and they were for you to keep your heart in peace.
it is not only your outside, but for all the corners that make up this stronghold that guards that pure soul of yours, i too have taken awe in looking gladly and noticing every single detail you have given yourself.
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to love is to learn, and to learn is to love.
i would have learned all the outskirts, all the details, all the designs, the bricks, the material, hell even the grass it lays on, just to prove to you that i see beauty in this fortress you’ve made for yourself.
the walls you’ve put up are what i admire, and they bring me to this sense that i would want to tread lightly and prosper deeply just to provide you the assurance that you need.
your heart is fragile, and it was never a broken piece.
it sits there behind these palisades, these bulkheads you wouldn’t have a second thought fortifying again. it’s there, beating and beating, just waiting for a worthy visitor to take place and praise.
it makes up a part of you.
it takes up a part of you.
and it is you that i want to learn how to love.
not just a small fraction of this foundation, not just your heart, not just the soil it was built up, but the entirety of you.
it’s that part of you i want to be gentle the most.
those things you have built for yourself, i will take the time and effort to put myself in your shoes so that i can understand better and know more.
maybe that’s what the walls are for. they’re there to add up to this beauty that you already bring to the table. it’s a catalyst that you don’t have to be perfect to be adored, and most certainly you do not have to be ultimately open so that i can appreciate you.
keep your walls held up high.
i will add myself to your safeguarding.
to love you is to learn.
