love blossoming between “just friends”,
I like thinking what could be,
lift my spirits up again and again,
not telling it all, but finding little bits about you,
I feel so loved when you write to me,
Nothing can hurt me,
except maybe you on the last page of this story.
Heartbreak? Maybe,
I would like to think of it as my heart opening up a little more to the world,
A piece of me I gave you, everything I gave was real,
It may be scary, I know,for me to go it alone,
carrying this fresh scar,
Patchwork to join the heart growth where it burst,
Not to cover or mend the hurt,
I have lost you and to me that is a big deal,
I wont pretend to know how you feel,
Don’t mind me just picking up the pieces of my heart and tears of the floor,
sow it together in my own time, patchwork scar
BENT ON LOVE 