I'm scared to have my heart broken by you.

When I think of being hurt by someone, you never come into mind. When other people hurt me, I pick myself up again and keep going.
But if you were to ever hurt me, I'm not sure where I would even start to put myself back together again.
It's a scary thought to think that you could be the one to fix me and break me.
Please don't let me break because you hold my heart like a clumsy child with a glass ornament in his hands.
Please don't let me
                                   Fall.

Because if you do, I know who will put me back together again.

I'm scared to have my heart broken by you.

Anger is a little boy in a ripped jacket
who plays tag with Stability too close to a cliff.

Confusion is a child with tangled hair and a purple shirt
who enjoys running circles around Content turning
her flower crowns into razor blades.

Depression is a pale girl with sad eyes who plays
red light green light with Happiness near that old garden
they called Eden who lately seems to be dying.

I wish that I
was filled with stars
intricate, intimate arrays
to guide me to the edge
of myself and beyond

my soul
the brightest
in a unique constellation
of my naming

my love
many-hued nebula
expanding
to fill the void

my losses
supernovas
both beautiful
and tragic

But I am not
celestial
earth-bound
I must navigate

by stroke of skin
whiff of memory
trace of sadness
night vision

rudimentary compasses
in a sea of misunderstanding.