A bitter heart burns,
my stomach churns with every beat…
A fresh new start is just what this- bitter, broken heart needs.
A fear of becoming just like my mother…
A thought alone that makes my soul shutter…
How does one begin again?
When once love was so sweet-
Took my very breath away and knocked me off my feet?
How can a new love compare to this-once passionate, unbelievable state of bliss?
It is too scary to begin again-for now I need to be alone…
Being cautious that my heart and soul do not turn to stone…
I will take some time
Enjoy life for me
Put the rug back under my feet…
Next time- I will be more careful and try not to love so hard-so that my heart does not end up with such a painful permanent scar.
I will not end up like my mother-with a heart destroyed and turned to solid stone, afraid to love again-afraid of the unknown.
Next time will be different-if anything I will hold on to this mantra alone… and take my time-begin as friends and let love bloom slow.
Then maybe next time he wont run when he realizes how big his heart has grown.