I feel myself becoming a magnet, again,

pulling me closer and closer into you...

No - trying to pull me closer into you.

After seeing the shattered glass pieces of my heart on the floor so many times,

I made a vow to never go back again.

How come I want it, now?

Should I shelve the hurt from the past (again)?

My disorganized head isn't ready to take a chance, but my heart is.

My heart wants something, now.

No - my heart wants someone, now.

What am I thinking?

The feeling seems right,

but the poor mind is unsure.

Until then, I shall travel slow across the bridge, stepping lightly so I can avoid the hungry letdowns that live in the water, below.

"Small steps. Baby steps. Don't go too far, now." I tell myself.

I look down at my feet as I silently travel down the bridge.

"Wow," I think. "This bridge is way bigger than what I thought it would be...and it's not sturdy."

"Who said it would be easy?" says Conscience, who had been watching X all along.

"If you want to go back down that road, then go...but be careful, and guard your heart. Self guardianship of the precious jewel inside of you will save you from a lot of stabs from this cruel ol' world."

"Mark my words." Conscience said.