It feels good
to have my heart broken again
(well that's an exaggeration)
my heart has never been broken--
maybe bumped or bruised--
but never broken.

It feels good
to have a bruised heart.
It reminds me that I'm still here,
my heart is still in there,
and I am a human.

It feels good
to have a hurting heart.
It forces you to ask why,
to grow and learn,
to become better,
stronger,
to learn to be worthy of love.
So that someday, maybe,
you'll be able to hold someone else's
bumped, bruised, beating heart.

It feels good
to have a heart,
and know that even when it hurts,
I am innately
(whether I like it or not)
a loving, caring, being.