What Heartbreak Is.

In my dreams, I used to dance with Love.

His face was always a blank canvas for a future lover to embody one hopeful day.

I think heartbreak is seeing his face become that of Love.

Then one day, realizing he was not Love at all.

He was a man, with faults like all humans, and these faults outweighed any love I could give to build a bridge to his heart.

I am now on the sidelines in my own dream, watching Love dance with every person but me.

And isn't that what heartbreak is?

Looking into your future and realizing you put all your hopes in the wrong person.

A person who only saw your value through the sadness you carried between your thighs.

I accepted the love I thought I deserved: which is nothing, nothing good enough to build a home with.

I think my heart has broken thousands of times. But he was the first person to trash it.

I have been picking up the pieces ever since.

I am picking up parts of myself I forgot even existed.

Heart break creates a mosaic of sadness so beautiful you can't help but cry at all the pieces you once possessed.

But my patchwork heart still beats. Still rattles out hope that one day I will find all the pieces I once had and then some-

And I will hold my heart with care,

after it has been neglected for so long:

Broken and still beautiful.