I still feel bruised and battered.
I still feel broken. I'm so sorry. I can't help it.
I'm still hurt. I'm still upset.
My chest still aches. I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do.
They say time heals all wounds. I hope so. I hope that's true.

i find that my fingertips and
your visage are nearly inseparable;
as i trace, you smile, and the wrinkles
in your face remind me that
even the most beautiful things
can be laced with imperfection

Accumulated
old letters upon my desk
some are bittersweet.

-M.H.-

We all have become so exceptionally good at faking our happiness…We no longer know when we are actually happy or when the smile is only for the world to see and not to be felt.