you’ve just had your heart broken in Paris.
it’s a pretty nice place to have your heart broken in, don’t you think?
you think about your strolls in those cute districts
when he still held your hand in his
gently caressing it
after a movie and a dinner telling you to take him home
because it’s cold and he could use some tea
a tea became your warm torso wrapped around his
his hand on you and soon he was in you
he fullfilled your body, right? he made you feel wanted
when he grabbed you in the dark and kissed you like he’d been missing you his entire life
your stomach ached at the sound of his voice and knees shivered in his hug
his presence overpowered the rest
but let me ask you
did your soul sing because of who he was?
was your heart on fire because of his?
didn’t it bore you sometimes how he numbed your mind so often?
remember those walls you had built?!
there are still there standing strong around your heart and your mind and the very core of your soul
the only ones that fell are those in the middle of your body
good. now you know what profound pleasure is.
but seek empathy that can transcend it into more
bring you where you’ve always wanted to be
burning running dancing wildly adventuring and shouting
because you are not an angel a decoration or a puppet
you are a mighty presence you are a person beyond anyone’s desires and expectations
loved for who you are first
and if changes come they are secondary
first are the presents of these moments when life is lived and not waited for
those moments of companionship that doesn’t fail because of a few traits
you’ve just had your heart broken? did you?
a scar isn’t a massacre
it might heal or it might not
and if you bleed slowly you will not die
and if you bleed intensely you will transform with the cycle of your body
be careful though when going sad to a supermarket
pasta and alcohol and cookies and ice-cream …
rather have a solo slow dance later or evoke the rocky
no — the punky yearnings of your fierce steps and rising hands
you are allowed to be yourself