Brick by Brick...

I'm scared to talk to you because I'm afraid you will be just like him...
I'm afraid to start something that won't go beyond a lie.
I'm frightened of believing that you really are the way you act, and not a shadow of reality.

Time heals all wounds, supposedly.
I am healed completely, though imperfectly. I know that.
The faultline that he left is still visible, ready to open up and swallow me if I make one wrong step.

"Time is short," as THEY say.
I just can't do it.
"Live life to the fullest," as THEY say.
I try. Sometimes it doesn't work.

I stuck my heart back together after he ran it through the shredder. I won't have that happen again. I can't. I fell apart the last time, self-destructed, imploded.
I built my walls high since then.
They can't crumble now, not after all the time I spent building it, brick by brick.
In the words of Paramore:
"Well make sure to build your home brick by boring brick
or the wolf's gonna blow it down."