Broken hearts
Are all the same.
Every tear that slips
Down my cheeks
Has fallen before.
Every crack and
Every carved crevice
Runs parallel to those
Engraved by others
Before you.
Every sliver of peace,
Every crumb of comfort you brought me
Has been ripped away already.
But you were the one
who wiped those tears away.
You were the one
Who stitched the
Tatters in my heart.
You were the one
Who built me back up,
When I was broken.
(And now you're gone—)
Who, then, will mend the wounds
You've reopened?
Until, once again,
They fade into scars,
And then into memories.
One day, when I am whole,
I will be able to
Look back upon you and smile.
And I will remember,
How you fixed me.
And how you helped me.
And I will be grateful—
That you were the one,
Out of anyone,
To rebreak my heart.