i am reckless with my heart
This is truth
i love You beyond the realm of necessity
This too, is truth
i break at the thought of never being Yours
This is NOT truth
Even if it were
i have been broken before
i know how relentless this body i call home is
It will never surrender
Even when i beg it to (and i have)
It will mend and grow and move with time
And now finally is the most tragic truth:
i wish it would not
Because this time i do not want to mend
i want to stay broken
But breaking is NOT truth
After all the heart never really breaks
It merely twists and bleeds
It pulses forever at the center of a hunger that will not yield to reason