I figured it out. 60 seconds is a long time. A broken heart is better than a hollow chest. A hundred miles is closer than a thousand. A couple hours of sleep a week is better than never waking up. It's okay to feel sad as long as you're feeling something; it's okay to be lost as long as you have some dwindling desire to be found.

I've figured it out. My heart is fragile because I hide inside my head and count the things that make me ache. My smile is hidden because because I've convinced myself that it does not belong. My happiness is fleeting because I made the mistake of putting it in someone else's hands. (I never thought that they would drop it.)

I've figured it out. My chances are bleeding because I've been afraid to trust the world, and I've been afraid to trust myself.

The 'me' inside my head and the 'me' buried in my heart is hiding from reality and she's too easily scarred by sunlight.

My heart is fragile because I've been stubborn enough to believe that it can't be anything else. I've never tested it against the glare of a happy dream, or given it a chance to pump blood instead of wishes.

There's a reason I can't breathe most nights, and there's a reason the moon reminds me of a rusted coin and a broken promise instead of an endless world a light year away.

I've figured it out. My heart is fragile because I've only ever guessed at the potential of its tormented veins.

Tormented of course by me,

myself,

and I.