Light shines through the cracks in my glorified castle,
The place where I’ve built up defenses against love
In an attempt to keep my heart safe once more.

There is no describing the fortress we erect to save ourselves,
And the architecture is always flawed and impotent.

Love always finds a way.

It might not be good love or the mythical ‘true’ love,
But something always sneaks into my heart,
Whether it scales the walls or swims the most.

Love isn’t clean, or just or pure,
But nothing worth having is.