SoulFix

I had terribly high hopes to convey a happy love however, I soon realized that my heart is carefully stitched with the Greek roots of passion where love is inevitable suffering a pathos unpaved by self, yet endured by many Love always seems to happen to me and never something I casually experience A love that begins to unravel before my eyes never quite sure if I’m ready  to sew it back together as everything spills and spills and spills out from areas I thought I patched years ago like rain finding the smallest crack in the roof A heart full of pain and suffering and longing for something familiar, yet never fully known when everything prior would mean something where I could thank God  for stalling the love story of a century because “everything makes so much sense now” But I always experience love in pieces Never quite experiencing the whole thing Maybe that’s my naivety Blinded by the guise of romance, a cheap lie sold to hopeless romantics Oh how we should’ve known it was...