LOVE JOURNEY

This Love journey

is surely the hardest and

most twisted road i have taken

I began the journey

but my heart

is still dragging behind

wrapped around your feet.

~ Rumi ~

THE SWEETER PAIN

Her broken pieces lay scattered across the floor.
He slowly lifted one.

The sharp edges stung him, cutting into his skin and making him bleed, but.... he hid the hurt somewhere behind his smile and continued to pick the others up.

She watched him in disbelief, wary with distrust, did not understand why someone was making the effort to put her together, when nobody had ever done so before.

People came, tried to pick up a shattered portion but withdrew as soon as it pinched them.

Then why was he still here? His hands were now a shade red, covered in cuts and bruises, a reflection of her heart.

Slowly, carefully, he help rebuild her, yet she was not herself anymore, for each piece had been marked with his fingerprints and smeared with his blood.

The black of her sorrows was fading away, yet she was now coloured in a sweeter pain.



* in half awake, she wonder about him being like that, She felt blessed and grateful.