When I thought  I loved you
I was bare;
Showing you the battlefields left;
of wars fought on my skin.
I whispered the secret history that forged me in the stars.
A scared heavenly body;
riddled with sacrilege.
I revealed to you the scars both visible and invisible
And you mapped each of them with your fingertips.

When I knew I loved you
We were lying naked, talking,
and your eyes were locked with mine
Inside the beautiful windows to your mind,
I saw you,
churning
With curiosity;
With wonder;
And your gentle gaze held me steadily,
with the absence of lust.
And I knew I'd made the right choice.

When I told you I love you
You first told me.
And I, amazingly, trusted you.
From your tenderness I blossomed,
exposing the most sensitive parts of myself
A soul cut from down,
wrapped in parchment paper antiquated by the centuries;
And a battered heart,
made of porcelain,
held together with the need to love;
And missing,
  so,
    many,
       pieces,
It can't afford to be broken again.