• You say you are like a building.
    Well, I was like that once.

    Until I let someone in,
    Unknown of the dangers soon to come.
    I fought hard to stand strong on my foundation,
    But alas they stuck red sticks where I stood the weakest.

    They stayed for months,
    Not knowing what could happen.

    Truth be told,
    I could tell I was growing weaker.
    Did they know that I couldn't stand too strong?

    Suddenly there were detonations,
    And my holding blew away beneath me.
    I knew this was a tricky situation.

    So there I stood,
    Bare and vulnerable.
    Someone had finally stripped me of my walls.
    But I didn't know how fast I'd fall.

    It wasn't too much longer before my heart was struck,
    Torn to pieces and maybe even shattered.
    I had to start again.

    My renovation began.
    And as time went by,
    I refused to let anyone else in.
    Not one single man.

    My progress was slowed,
    By a couple who wanted to see,
    What I was like on the inside.

    I hesitantly agreed,
    But it wasn't too long before they were gone.

    One had left while the other was evicted.
    That one wanted to pull down the walls
    That I was trying to recreate.

    So I kept building,
    I was more than halfway done.
    Then he came in.
    Never once did he run.

    Stayed with me he did,
    And my walls were never finished.
    But story by story,
    Slowly but surely,
    I allowed myself to crumble once more.

    You say you are like a building.
    Well, I was like that once.
    But I stand incomplete,
    And I continue to fall.

    Fall into the hands
    Of the one who strikes me odd.
    Fall into the hands
    Of the one I allow
    To tear me down.