A poem to my heart, or whatever´s left of it.

I can hear you, I always could. I can´t believe you lead me to him. I can´t believe we´d be so cruel to each other. Letting go, you have never been good at that. I have heard you cry out for ones who did not deserve you, but never do you cry out for yourself. Some may call you weak for being so bad at letting go but in reality you are the strongest piece of me, because you took every insult he threw at you, you got up every time he threw you on the ground, and finally you gathered all our strength and walked away, leaving him in the dirt he used to drown you in. You lived like that for so long, and sadly I can not say you only made that mistake once, although together we have made many. But now I hear you again, you are alive and blissful, and we are close friends. So I fill you with writing, and him, you fill me with meaning and the wonderful ability to love someone who for once deserves us both, someone who holds you tenderly, someone who loves you for all your scars, not wanting to wipe them away but wanting to leave scars on the ones who betrayed us and left those scars there in the first place. So no life is not fair, but I will never be deaf to your words, your beating is amazing, a rhythm I´ve learned to live by, I´ve heard you shatter and break those few times I broke down to cry, we broke together. And now we´re better than ever before, let´s wait and see for him and me what´s in store. But I promise that you and I will forever be one and we come first, you and I have had our fair share of hurt, so I´ll finally listen to you as well as my mind. Because neither of us will be left scarred this time.