You Are My Broken Heart

You are to me the lightning in my storm.
You are to me the direction of the river before it spills over the bank into the deepest lake ever imaginable.
The bottom that doesn't end until the top begins again.
Every regret that has ever kept me awake.
You were the sun of my morning when I saw the sunrise for the first time and I knew what it was like to feel the daylight's kiss on my unkissed skin.
The stars colliding in my navigational path and the intangible spirit of my journey.
The only one I'd give anything to apologize to and the one who would never want that.
Where I am when I am too lost to see my way.
The most dangerous ground where I feel the most safe.
You are to me the poison that cures my ailments but leaves behind venom.
I am every mistake I have ever made.
But you are my motivation, inspiration and destination.
Keeper of the heart I can never give away.
Keeper of every decision that my heart decides to make.
The deep pink in the middle of new skin. The core of my pain, the core of new beginnings.
You are the dream I had to give up.
The only one whose deepest cuts can sting the most, can pierce me until I bleed you, and make my petrified heart beat.
The thorny vines that wrap around my arms but suffocate every piece of me that doesn't touch you.
The kindest one.
The gentlest one.
The one I could never forgive hadn't you broken my heart. The one I wouldn't know not to forgive hadn't you broken my heart.
The oxygen I breathe, when I'm gasping for air, and struggling to get somewhere where the light shines on me and you're buzzing in my ear, and all that you can delight in, think in, and breathe in is me. Me...the certified expert on you.
The knife that plunged into the heart of my feelings. The crystallization around the wound. The frozen spirit in my body. The inability to love again.

I am your hurt pride.
You are my broken heart.