Brick by brick, a wall was made.
Then, fist by fist, my wall was compromised.
That first time love is found in another person's eyes,
One little look, and everything changes around you.

My walls were left alone while love kept me open,
Those warm eyes made me trust that I would be safe,
Wisely chosen words were there to enforce my love,
But it all turned out to be a scheme of lies and pain.

The love of my life was a joke, a liar, and a cheater.
No matter how much I should hate the actions,
No matter how much I do, there is still endless love.
The person who makes you fall in love the first time...

Your walls both learn to trust, and how to grow strong.
With heartbreak comes a lesson to be learned,
And those who are wise will heed that warning,
Take it in, and change themselves for their protection.

Once the love I felt was destroyed, my walls exploded.
It was like an atomic bomb was set off inside my heart.
Nothing seemed safe, real, or potentially safe.
It took time to fix all of the damage love can leave.

Now, as I sit here and still wonder what happened,
Why it simply meant more to me than it did to my love,
My little warriors inside my heart are venturing out,
Braving the damage that the end left.

The warriors clean the rubble, they prepare me for new,
My heart is polished up, and my walls start to grow.
The warriors make them stronger, set firmer rules.
Now my walls are twice as high, even more so thick.

I have done it now, I should be safe once more.
It will be more difficult for the next love to enter me.
The trust will not come quite as easily as before.
No one trusts the same after a first love.

No one ever feels the same after a first heart break.
Never again do you get to feel so utterly safe.
But, if wise, you can feel impossibly strong.
With the damage all cleaned up...

I have finished re-building my walls.
I have become better.
I am now stronger.
I am now me in an even better way!