Unbroken but crystallized
Into a million pieces,
Picked by sharp nails,
Hands of gentle lovers
Who were never mine
But has taken a part of me -
Behold! My heart.
Its chambers vandalized
With names, permanent,
Once soft as a petal
Now fibrous as a root
From all the white lies
Pretty scented lies
I never knew could sting.
Still functioning, a muscle
Pumping to my vessels
Words liquefied by
Catharsis and despair,
Running through my veins
Clogged with nostalgia
It's hard to breath sometimes.
I wish I could also claim
Pure, guarded, and unchanged
Though it looks all the same,
These walls aren't built of
Tissues anymore but patches
Of scars from stab wounds
Where all these poems once bled.
This is my mosaic heart.
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Mosaic Heart
Puisi"Unbroken but crystallized Into a million pieces - Behold! My heart." These are the pieces assembling my mosaic heart - some in the shape of sharp betrayal and jagged hopelessness; some in the shade of crimson lies and deep blue loneliness. They're...
