• rabyia 5w

    To my future child

    Dear child of mine,
    When you begin to run your fingers
    Over the jagged edges of your first broken heart
    And you feel the Titanic in your belly
    You will think
    “That’s it.
    It’s over.
    It will never be the same.”
    You are absolutely
    One hundred percent
    Because broken hearts
    Are like broken bones
    Time is the cast
    That rebuilds everything stronger
    But just remember
    When your new lover comes along
    Touches your scars
    You will wince
    You will cringe
    You may cry
    But never
    Be embarrassed
    Because scars are just tangible memories of the train wrecks we’ve walked away from.