🫀 Entry 027 // The Heart Is a Weapon
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They told me to guard my heart.
So I sharpened it.
Love didn’t just hurt me—it trained me.
Taught me to flinch when it got close.
Taught me to bleed pretty, then hide the wound.
I started loving like a sword fight:
fast, chaotic, never showing where it cut deepest.
I didn’t want connection. I wanted control.
Gospel 027:
Sometimes the armor you build
becomes the prison you can’t leave.
🫀 Reflection:
What part of you did you weaponize just to feel safe?