delicate hearts.

XIX

you were poison

that destroyed me

and my soul.

what is left

is a broken creature.

a broken me.

then I found her.

she put every little piece

of me back to the right place.

every little thing she does

makes me blush.

she keeps whispering endearments

into my ear

while tucking my hair behind it.

she looks into my eyes so dearly

I could fall for her over and over again.

I need no one else but her in my life.

she is the saviour of my soul.

-sja

I am the happiest when I am with her