i can take care of my heart, i say

as I start zoning out from the scene

i can take care of myself, i say,

as I cry fearing what I will do next.

i can keep guard, I say,

as I jolt at the slight of him,

i can fix me, I say,

but no, only God can.

third time's a charm they say

as I run to God, to let Him guard my poor heart

the heart that craves for a soul to care for it

the heart that longs for a love that reciprocates for once

the heart that's so fragile, anything can break it into pieces

I can't guard it myself,

only He can.