Precious

My heart is nothing special.

It is not a ruby

The size of my fist,

Nor is it a stash

Of glittering gold coins,

But I will protect it as if it was.

Too many times

Have I allowed people

To touch my heart,

Only for them to

Break it.

Not anymore.

I will treat it as if it is precious,

I will guard it with all my might

And I will die before I let another person

Into this vault again.