It Was Too Late For My Heart

The invader was already inside the walls.

Photo by Dima Pechurin on Unsplash

It’s too late for me, now but I don’t want you to make the same mistake. If there’s anything you can get from this story, it’s to never let anyone in.

If my mind was a house, my heart was the key to the front door. Things were smooth, both parts worked everyday to ensure mutual safety. The mind felt inspired by the heart’s emotions while the…

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Kelly Tompkins

Kelly Tompkins

Austin,Texas sober girl. Lover of horror movies, cats, and fitness. Occasional bad poet.