How did we go from emotional walls to physically bare ? Your clothing is your guard. It's a style you display: "Yea, everything's okay." But, now that I see your flesh, I see your heart. You don't need that barbed wire fence, I understand your pain. Still, I can't really love you until you trust me, until you disassemble what you've held on so dearly to. I'm not going to hurt you, and I know you've heard those words so many times and each time the promise was broken, but I'm not the people in your past and I never intend on adding another crack to your damaged heart.