united sorry

one time my heart broke. When someone said no to me, i heard it cracking. afterwards i moved for houres in his kitchen to keep myself under control. that’s my past

of course i still miss him not daily, but for sure once or twice a week, this wound will never heal, i think, it became part of my system how to percieve the world, my art, my lovers.

but now something defenitely changed in me.

the man, i thought he was and who i admired so much, becomes more and more the person, i think i can become myself. i don’t need such a person anymore to exist.

perhaps i can live on my own now. my broken heart became my strength. Broken as it is, it is open to the world and i will never close it again.