I wish...

there could be justice for a broken heart.

I wish I could determine who will take care of it.
And who will toss it aside.

I wish I could tell it not to feel anything really.

I wish it were easier to let go.
And I wish it were harder for others.

And I wish I were better at caring for people's hearts.
Sometimes I feel like that's the reason mine gets broken.

I wish it were easier to live in the present.
And keep the past in the past.

I wish I wasn't so angry right now.

Right now, when all I'm supposed to be doing is loving and enjoying and laughing.
I'm just angry.

“To love at all is to be vulnerable. Love anything and your heart will be wrung and possibly broken. If you want to make sure of keeping it intact you must give it to no one, not even an animal. Wrap it carefully round with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements. Lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness. But in that casket, safe, dark, motionless, airless, it will change. It will not be broken; it will become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable. To love is to be vulnerable.”