My heart isn't beautiful.

It has a lot of scars, the aftermath of the wounds.

It has a lot of permanent marks for patching each poignant stab that doesn't kill.

It's stained by hatred, jealousy and insecurity because you made it feel that way.

And I hope someday someone will still see it breathtakingly beautiful, so I can finally say thank you for letting me go and it was your loss after all.

#thoughtstoponder

BC