Unknowingly,
he gathered bits of me,
and, in just one stitch,
a tattered heart was fixed.
Once a silent scattered girl,
unease and worry ingrown,
is now mended by romance,
with just his palms upon my own.
"I'll be your shelter."
He sighs deeply,
"Our fear is safe here.
Breathe our love freely."
Our built-in glitches expected
and shortcomings accepted.
Perfectly flawed together
and paired forever.
Now, we move onward
with drunk hearts.
Everything is beautiful,
though, we still hurt.
We hurt and repair as one,
growing in unison.
Thriving through protests.
Shining with progress.
Bit by brick,
yet instantly,
he and me,
rebuilt into "we."
No comments:
Post a Comment