From a conversation:
Him: How was it?
Me: It broke my heart in all the right places.
Him: There are right places to have your heart broken into?
Me: The ones that are meant to be mended with golden thread.
Him: Ah. Those.
Him: How was it?
Me: It broke my heart in all the right places.
Him: There are right places to have your heart broken into?
Me: The ones that are meant to be mended with golden thread.
Him: Ah. Those.
Maybe next time I'll use red tape, to make the seams disappear.
It is nice when hearts are mended back together again. Mine never was, but this post gives me a sense of Hope, and perhaps I will try it. x
ReplyDeleteI think your heart was already gold, so the seams probably aren't too obvious.
ReplyDeleteI like the idea of the heart not being this one beating thing, but a collection of treasures and beauty. I think reading this makes me feel better for when my heart does get a little crumbly.
ReplyDeletecomment belle, tu es.
ReplyDeleteYour words create raindrops in my eyes, absolutely stunning. x
ReplyDeleteoh yes, sometimes heartbreak is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteSo so beautiful! Thank you.
ReplyDeleteThere is something so tragic yet glittering about a mended heart, a heart that has seen too much and is now full of secrets and dust. Absolutely stunning writing dearest, just gorgeous!
ReplyDeletexx and hugs
Jhordyn
That is such a beautiful picture you're creating there. And so very consoling.
ReplyDeletewhat a lovely post. more, please! x..x
ReplyDeleteCasie Jean
Ah! I frequently say poetic things and then get questioned by people after and think... "you didn't get it!" to myself and feel sad, then pretentious.
ReplyDeleteI just need to have clever come backs like you!
you are magic with your words, dear. xx
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