When I was little you are the purest child with no worries,

Innocent and filled with love for the world.

But every parent knows what there is to come,

the heartaches that are inevitable.

My first heartache changed me.

I grew from it,

And learned not to wear my heart on my sleeve.

I built a wall to protect me from thieves.

But eventually I will want to love again,

But I’ve become this person with trust issues.

I can’t shake off that feeling of betrayal,

And I can still feel the spot where he stabbed me in the back.

Time will heal and scars will fade.

I will forget his voice,

I will forget his touch and how he used to hold me.

Because I will hold myself up.

I should love myself first,

Change myself for the better.

Understand my own worth,

Because that is the purest act you can do.