🌹💙How long have you not taken it off?
The armor, I mean.
You can read
it in your face that it begins to weigh on you, that you are
subjecting your back to a superhuman effort to support the armor you
have sewn on yourself. You are always there, at attention, ready to
defend yourself; even when there is no need, even if no one wants to
harm you. If you could see how funny the obstinacy with which you
repeat "Oh, what armor ?! That's how I am! ”, Convincing
yourself to convince others too. All wasted effort. In your heart,
you don't even believe it! As if you had never seen yourself being
moved in front of a love movie and then hint at a cough to hide it,
or if you hadn't seen how reassured you are seeing two children
holding hands! […] I'd take you away from here: me, you and your
favorite red. I would listen to you talk about what has always
tormented you, about your future projects, your dreams, chimeras
...
And then, perhaps, it would begin to make you a little less
sad. But nothing, you don't melt. You stand there, alert and alert as
if the whole world is rotten and flawed. As if any demonstration
weren't enough to convince you that not all people are like those who
hurt you.
And so you wear your armor ...
And you have sewn it
so well that by now it is hard for you to remember what you are
hiding under there.
I saw how beautiful you are dressed in
your mistakes and your fears.
You could see how beautiful you are
when I tell you about your armor and you, blushing, look down.
I
saw how beautiful you are when you try, in vain, to convince me that
"you are fine like this".
But you don't realize it. You can't realize it because you've locked the door of your heart and pretend you don't remember where you put the key.💙💖💗💕💘💓💞💝
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