39/366: Would You Break A Heart If You Had To?
It's if our heart is to be had, is it better for the taking? And once it's smitten, pulsating in a patter pitter I shudder to shatter. Shared with a friend one day like a caterpillar, feelings like heroes eventually die. Cocoon spun into a bitter flower, truth so shielded in its infancy. Especially when we honeymoon in the dark room where the pictures develop underwater turtle pacing and the reel is drowned, where the stopwatch is clocked on misunderstanding morphing into manslaughter