Diamond houses. Blog # 2 Isabelle Wityk

I never let myself get close enough to anyone to get hurt. The walls I built were made of diamond- stronger than all the other stones. I was safe in my diamond house. I had settled. Forever isolated- and no one could see how strong the walls were. How deep rooted, I was a skilled architect. You couldn’t have seen because I never showed you. I let you take my life and wrap it around your finger. I became smaller and smaller, loosing myself- and letting you grow inside me. Taking over my body- allowing you to control me.  I became yours; unrequited love will never be healthy. Building diamond houses is probably equally as unhealthy- but I was untouchable.  I have no regrets just mistakes and lessons learned. The broken heart is collateral damage, I should have known better. I have never had my heart broken. I have never let anyone close enough to hurt me. I don’t want to let anyone close anymore. I’m locking the doors- no one comes in and I won’t go out. My sanctuary of silence, lonely but stable. I will grow from this, rise from the ashes of the love you burnt. The phoenix in me will take hold- will allow me to find myself again. To be me.  I’ll be the one that got away, remember that when you think of me. I got away, from the palm of your hand- melting into the putty shapes you wanted me to be. Remember I escaped- I did that. I will be stronger and I will move on I will rise. But for now, I’ll stay the size you left me, I’ll be empty and I will keep searching for myself. That’s not permanent, but I permanently got away.