blossy

For this blog, I decided to go to the end of my scratch pad (I write my "poems" or ideas I want to expand on down in it first and even the idea expansions until I come out with something I deem worthy of being transcribed elsewhere) and write down the last two things there so here they are.


Broken hearts are the most beautiful kind, you get to hope that you are the grain of sand. That one piece that in all the times the heart has been mended has been too little to find. Yet there you are, the littlest and most important piece; the piece that makes it whole.

and

There it is, that flash of hurt
Shining into my heart like a dagger of sunlight
Heated cold.