#24hoursopen

Is there a corner of the universe where I can throw them, far enough that even memory won’t bother to follow?

What do I do with the shards— the pieces of me left splintered by the things you said? Where do I tuck them so they stop cutting every part of who I’m trying to be?

How do I move forward without seeing myself through the warped mirror of your wounded vision?

A bloom,

A sunrise

A rush

of spring water

Breaking loose

After a winter’s icy noose.

My heart beats,

Hummingbird’s wing.

I glow, a flower of my own,

And blush-

Frightened and unsure

But unable to hush

The song that must

Be sung:

I love,

And am loved,

So every battle to be met,

Shall be a battle won.

And suddenly

I’m 16 again

lying on my bedroom floor

screaming my lungs out

hoping someone would hear me

and understand

But I knew then

and I know now

that no one’s coming to save me

and no one’s coming to help

I have to do this myself

is not loud like thunder

it is the quiet rain

that stays.

It is choosing each other

on ordinary days,

when there are no fireworks,

no grand moments—

just two souls

sitting side by side,

feeling enough.

It is laughter that lingers,

after the joke is over,

and silence that feels warm,

not empty.

It is holding on

without holding back,

being seen in your mess

and still being called home.

Not perfect,

not always easy—

but real,

steady,

and soft in all the right places.

A good relationship

is not about finding someone flawless,

it’s about finding someone

who makes even your broken pieces

Nor the body you would wear

But I’ve been searching for you.

And now that you’re here, flesh and soul,

Waves of colours glittering like the

Lights that intoxicate, that induce pleasure,

Rhythms clenching upon each other like

I've heard so much about mending broken hearts, with time, with love, with the right person

but I never hear about the hearts that are so shattered they can never fit back together

I never hear about the hearts that have been betrayed and tormented countless times

I never hear about how guarded and closed off our hearts become, and how truly nothing feels as though it can break through

I never hear about how deep, whirl wind, soul tied love feels impossible - is my heart even capable anymore ?