half a hope corsoged through my heart pierced-gaged to ten-perfect medal*meddling* with the heroes of this civilian war. A proud march*31* through my life candy in my face-blinded by streamers.
This sacred rose*heart* of hope already bloomed; quickly taken root & grown; pumping this blood with my viens. Opening my dusty old heart, your thorns pierced the scar tissue i had been using as protection for so long, letting it breath for the first time since. ..
Now wtf are we supose to do? you must go where the wind blows-uproot so you are ripped, plucked from this soiled heart—volitional enlistment—this new place you go- i cannot be for i cannot survive the fire you walk through. I’m left with new blood flooding over these old scares-filling in the space you left. this shell now evermore thicker. evermore tougher for next time. next time i wont even notice. next time one infultrates this stronghold-this sponge will be so pourous and dry their spears will just go straight through the holes or maybe just become wedged between story lines of old.
.the one.the broken down.the heart.
8.21.9 ::6th life: