You can't make homes out of humans, my life's not a fire to keep you warm. I won't let you in just because you have knocked. If you keep using my heart as your doormat, the next time you'll find that it is locked.
The moment that you feel that just possible you're walking down the street naked exposing too much of your headt and your mind and what exists on the inside showing too much of yourself. That's the moment you may be starting to get it right.