I will never get back the part of me that I willingly gave to him. My tiny little heart now, I can still see the places where it's been chipped away at where someone has taken some thing from me. Because of the boy who took my wildness away I learned I need to be careful and to protect my freedom. My heart went far far away, to heel and to make me better. That you know didn't take good enough care of it, so. I chipped away tiny pieces of my wild and free heart, and gave it to a boy that. If you've ever done something stupid and reckless in the name of 'love' or really infatuation then you know what I mean. For them especially they need a cage to keep them from doing something reckless. Some people need that sense of wildness that the heart brings. Wants to be cautious in all its adventures it wants some one who won't think about hurting me, that will try to find the broken pieces and put them back together. My own heart, my personal, concealed, protected heart. It would take one look at every boy and tell me that I'm destined to be with him. If my heart is wild it would be after everyone now wouldn't it. Something that can't be altered or changed no matter how much we want it to be different. It beats every second of every day and without fail, because if my heart fails then I will die. My heart, my literal heart is something of great routine. Okay, now that we've read this twice, lets break it down a little bit. "Hearts are Wild Creatures, that's why our ribs are cages."
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