Once a heart breaks... it doesn’t just grow back. It’s not a lizard’s tail. It’s more like a huge stained glass that shattered into a million pieces, and it’s not going back together. Least not the way it was. You can mush it all into one piece, but that doesn’t make it a window. That makes it a pile of broken colored glass. Shattered hearts don’t mend and they don’t heal. They just don’t work that way.
If the door is open it isn't theft.
You can't return to where you've never left.
Blossoms falling from a tree they cover you and cover me,
Symbols clashing, bibles smashing,
Paint the world you need to see.
Sometimes fear is the only place we can call home...
A heart that is broken -
Is a heart that is open.