Our wounds are the most painful openings to our most tender part.
Love has shamelessly lacerated us over and over,
The injuries of our reality fracturing our being, limb by limb.
And yet, here we are. We have risen as survivors of the greatest battle of our lives.
But we are never the same.
My heart feels numb from all the pain, from the ceaseless tormenting.
From losing sight of what is right,
From losing my only source of happiness,
From losing myself,
From all this too much losing.
As love brings forth the strongest downpour of my life,
As love ties my hands with the most restricting force,
As love presents the most unforgiving thing I can do.
For all the pains I've caused you,
For all the love I've brought you,
And the mountains of confusions in between,
Know that I never doubted, not even for a second, my love for you.
These are the conversations which will never land again on your ears.
I loved you with a broken heart hoping you will be the one to fix my brokenness, as much as a little girl can love with her small and tattered heart.