When it hurtsA Poem by Leah CrossThis is something I wrote a while ago, actually: I have a boyfriend of almost nine months now who handles my heart with the utmost care!
I know why it hurts to open your heart to others.
Even when you want to more than anything. It's because they grip your heart firmly in their rough, resentfully powerful hands and start to slowly squeeze. But firmness was mistaken for stability and still you smile at the sight. Everything you are capable of feeling comes coiling out, dripping in thousands of colours and songs. At first, you can't think of a better sight than this. But then the grip strengthens and you start to pull away as you realize what they are actually doing to you. They're draining you. Everything comes blasting out, pieces shatter under the growing pressure of this one person's hand. When all the noise and flooding stops...they open their hand which lays a deflated, colourless heart. After it has been totally and completely rung out for everything it has, they hand it back to you with an apologetic smile. "I broke it," they say, sheepishly shrugging. Handing it back to you as if you know how to put it all back together, they turn away from you without a single glance back.
Hearts are something that should be looked at, admired perhaps, but should never be in a rush to be touched. © 2013 Leah CrossReviews
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4 Reviews Added on August 4, 2013 Last Updated on August 4, 2013 Tags: love, broken heart, prose, metaphor AuthorLeah CrossOntario, CanadaAboutI have a feeling this box is supposed to be thought outside of. People will look for an insight on what your writing style is like through the About Me, I'm sure. Well, simply put, I don't know who I .. more..Writing
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