Acosmist Dysphoria

Love bites.

The more you love,
the more of a fool you become.
So
why do we love?
Why are we constantly tripping
and falling
for someone when all we get in return is heartache?
Instead of catching us as we fall
they stand there frozen, eyes locked to us
the whole time we are plummeting towards the ground.
And now?
Now we are on the ground, alone and broken. Tears in our eyes we look down to our hands. Two pieces of what used to be a beautiful beating heart are what resides there.
Now just as we are starting to pull ourselves up off the ground another silhouette steps into our view. We want to trust them, we want to love them.
But
we feel inclined to protect our small hearts.
Rightfully so
Shielding it from anything and everything.
so again we are dropped, and that shield we crafted to protect us,
the shield that caused us to once again spiral down to the ground, is rendered useless
as we again shift our gaze to our hands.
Now three pieces reside there.
This time we stay seated on the ground, not having the strength
and frankly
not wanting to get up just to be snapped in two.
Now once again a silhouette waltz's into our view.

We lift our heads and gaze at them.
Reluctantly we hold our hands out, putting our shattered hearts on display.
We sit, waiting to be pushed down,
Waiting for that stomach drop as our body's drop.

instead you feel your hands being curled into a fist, and another set of hands appears.
We pull our hands to our chests
and gaze upon theirs.
On display before your eyes are three pieces of what used to be a heart.
We look up at the figure standing in front of us. We no longer see the world in black and white but in color.
Vibrant blues, lively greens and yellows,
fluorescent purples, and metallic pinks.
We lower our eyes back down to our hands, expecting to see
three pieces and be reminded that
this won't last long.
We will be dropped again.
For once
We're wrong.
sitting there in our hands is a whole,
beautiful heart.