Never heard my kind say
that their heart hasn’t been broken.
‘Once upon a time…’ is not how these stories begin,
it’s not a fairytale, because the tale is as gruesome as it gets.
Trampled, shattered, played around with,
is how this one begins…
If it was a human body, it would have been buried deep in the earth.
But the heart is a funny thing,
tiny but so strong,
damaged but so very precious,
disfigured but doesn’t require perfection.
I have always heard my kind say,
they wish this pain would stop.
But never heard them once say,
they need a different heart.