A locked heart

Once a heart is broken it can never be fixed only glued together with substandard glue and every time it breaks it shatters into smaller pieces. So we try to shield ourselves from the world. We barracked the doors and lock the windows but it’s only in the dark hours of the night when we’re between the conscious and unconscious the world breaks through. Then in a rush before you even realise what’s happened all your defences break and you find yourself sobbing. And guess what? You’re out of glue.