I’m in school to be a teacher, but I think I’m better off an architect
You see, walls are my specialty
I create them
Whenever I feel anything, I strategically, summarize and sway my mind into shape shifting shallow emotions into strongholds of steel
Just in case someone is trying to steal my love
You see
Love and I have a complicated relation
Sometimes love is like paper mache and that glue
It just sticks to me
And before you know it, my hard hat comes out
And I’m wholeheartedly handling the hijacks of highways love takes to get to me
Usually I can’t breath and I try to deceive my mind which is telling me “just try” but my heart screams “why?”
I tie up the finishing touches on another project I name “hesitation”
My work station is full of glue guns that drip fluids from prior flirtations and successful dated destinations
Backup blue prints of heartbreak reads castration and mutation in invisible ink
But those are never put into rotation
So I build when I’m building
To avoid any serious altercations
Remember I told you, walls are my specialty
Because walls protect special me
Because in reality this heart of mine is too big and divine to shine without some kind of designed protection
Affection is weakness in my wall’s designed projection
Connections?
I rather not
It puts my design plans up for inspection