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Careless Hands

Posted in Art, Life by thisisanexperiment on November 27, 2009

I stumbled across this a few weeks ago on Le Love. I thought it was very poignant and sad.


the danger of a broken heart is not the pain.
not the tears, or anger.
not the ache, not the loneliness,
not the quiet, the empty seat, the bed now much too big.

the danger of a broken heart is what we have to repair it with.
mistrust, hopelessness, faux comfort.
independence.
the oaths we take. what we swear to ourselves.
the danger is self-reliance.

the danger is that these stitches in our heart don’t fall out.
that they are there to stay.
because they must.

the danger is that we know it isn’t about love anymore.
and,
it isn’t about how perfect we are in our world.
it’s about how perfect we are in theirs.

the danger is that two became one.
and a half of one…
well.

half is not whole.

but now we must make it so.

 

On top of it all, there is misguided trust and careless hands.

 

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  1. claire said, on November 28, 2009 at 8:38 am

    the danger is that we know it isn’t about love anymore.

    😦


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