A pretty tale

I laugh hard at anything, until my stomach hurts

I feel happiness within my core, until my heart bursts 

I sit by myself to question the universe on my own

I live and have found peace with your absence 

I wear what I want, I walk out of the line even if it does not make sense

I hug and hold people I love

I take any opportunity to buy flowers for myself and to dance a waltz alone 

I’ve learnt to put boundaries yet still be soft

I won’t hide away my heart, but I make sure I put myself on guard.

I’m a soldier who went to a war called ‘you’

I lost limb by limb, blown up by every grenade thrown by your hand…

Safety pin between your teeth as you watched me twist in pain.

And although tore apart and bruised up, my heart remains beating at its softest form.

I did not lose that

You did not destroy my heart

It’s still beats

It still feels

And to you that’s the most haunting part of it, knowing it could feel love for someone else, but for you it will never beat that way again

Towards you my heart could only beat out of fear