we truly love to forget all of the times we were broken by those who did not know how.
we fix ourselves.
reinvent our hearts.
we stitch back our souls with fine needles so that the holes left behind won't be noticeable.
and then when love calls again,
we pick up our ramshackle bodies
and we pray that they won't see the
flaws and the misconstrued pieces.
we hope they love us for who we are,
for all that we are.
this is love, we tell our hearts.
are you willing to break again?
-S
