" You should not pity me, I'm not a softie.
I'm not into pink and I'm not into Disney princesses.
I'm a baddie, I break hearts and bones.
Behind this veil of tears you see, there is someone who can not accept defeat " this is what Me and my broken heart project on the outside.
It's so surprising how love is just like an endless river which flows abundantly but yet ends up being something we lack and crave for.
Hearts break and each piece swears to never love again.
Hearts break and each piece swears to break another heart(make them taste their own medicine, okay!?)
Days end and nights come, finding me and my broken heart ready to love and break again. Isn't that strange?
I know of a deep void, a goddamned void which runs deeper whenever someone opens up and speak about that night. The night when crickets partied, the night when the moon cried, the night when knights were too afraid to show up in their shining armors.
Should we say that my big heart is a no man's land!?No. Should we say that it can serve as a one night stand!?No freaking way. Does it owns all riches that even the Queen of Sheba can't dream of having!?No.
Mine has been broken in so many ways. Mine was pierced, spitted on and seated upon. Mine finds it hard to trust but,it finds it easy to love and hosts different souls compassionately. What a sweet contradiction!!
It's a strong heart that once felt rejection and it knows how it feels to crave attention from someone whom you thought was going to take a good care of you but ends up doing the opposite.
It's a forgiving heart that once blamed itself for the mistakes of others and it knows how it feels to drink poison and expect another person to die.
It's a brave heart that was once betrayed and it understands well that if it was eye for an eye, then the whole world could go blind.
Sometimes it's money we claim to be needing, sometimes it's success that we claim to work for but, behind that curtain, there is a heart that yearns for love, for belonging...for whatever home means. Now let me tell you this:If you find me and my broken heart down , please pamper us. It's a little loving that we need so that we keep pushing. It's a little assurance that we need in order to keep loving. Although we are broken, we have chosen to love and mend broken hearts.
"Let me be known as a fighter
Let me be known as someone who did her best
So many battles, i have won.
So many wars, i have triumphed.
Let me die a warrior and buried a hero", that's what me and my broken heart sing when no one is around.
