That fragile thing
known as the heart
It will release the biggest
streams
It will use the chest
to absorb oval drops
It will burst the biggest soundless roars
It will breakdown the strongest
Leave you spineless
have you torturing yourself
the mending pain
The in the out
the stitching the gluing
the visible scars
The resentment. Moments
To the naked eye
the bearer of those wounds
the end results brick layering
Pure soul
crucified by love