all my walls came down

let me tell you something. let me say the questions i think about out loud just for a moment. why in the fuck did our hands fit that way. why the fuck could i breathe so easy around you. all my fucking walls came down that night. every single fucking one of them. it felt like i was 7 again. before shit started going down in my life and i learned to protect myself physically and mentally. i grew stone walls and people wrapped the poison ivy vines around them trying to get under my skin. i built walls and fences. i planted myself in the ground at eight years old and i haven't moved since. people have tried to uproot me and move me but here i stand frozen still, unmoved. but around you that night, i took a look outside of my walls and fences and pushed all the vines away to see what the world was like outside of this hell i built. and all i saw was you. it was so fucking easy to breathe i stepped outside for a moment, reached out for your hand and jesus christ, it was perfect. that alone made me feel a way i havent in years. like i was fucking free for just a night.