hearts are like glass.
they are beautiful, fragile things,
and you must be careful
who you give yours to.
because if it breaks,
you must pick up the pieces yourself
and tape it back together
as best you can.
but no matter how hard you try,
you will always be left
with nothing more than
bloody fingers
and something that will never be
what it once was.
YOU ARE READING
the art of healing
Poesíaa collection of poetry ranging from thought-out pieces to random musings. cover// calebwhite13
