he held my shattered glass heart in his hands.
his fingers tracing some of the mixed up pieces.
he looked up at me with a sorrowful look, and held the shards close to his chest.
i didnt ask him to do so.
he placed the fragile pieces in the center of his blue sheets,
taking each piece one by one and slowly putting them back together.
some of the pieces he tried to fix were insecurities
while others were hatred,
but he didn't mind, you see.
in fact he was most gentle with those pieces,
excepting that they were apart of who i am.
after spending time on fixing my broken heart, he held out his hands covered in love and superglue,
carefully returned my newly repaired heart of glass.
this time the once shattered cluster of pieces were now all put together.
i looked at him,
his gleaming smile and
bright blue eyes
waited for my reaction.
i took his cut up and bruised hand in mine,
and returned to him
my newly repaired glass heart.
trusting he won't shatter it.
he held it close to his chest, slowly putting in place of where his own heart should be.
giving him a puzzled look,
he reached out to show me
his scarred bandaged heart
that has already been placed in my hearts old spot.
i gave him a warm smile,
slowly leaning in
our faces only inches away.
he placed his hand on my soft face,
then slowly pressed
his soft lips
against my own.
i put my hand on his stitched chest,
right over the sensitive space where my heart was just inserted.
i looked up at him once more,
feeling the slow beats.
the words slipped out of my mouth.
the foreign words feeling just right.
suddenly the same words were repeated back to me.
i could feel my heart slowly starting to mend in its place.
