Cherished Flaws

kagoatweed's rant: R&R and be inspired, but please don't steal ideas!

I am flawed. I bleed, I am not perfect. I cry, I am not indestructible. The solution to my flaws is to find another, a person who can see those flaws as something beautiful, something that makes me special and cherished.

I am flawed. My heart is always beating. I let myself be whomever for the person who controls the beating of my heart. Herein lies my most painful flaw.

The first one to hold my heart didn't realize what was quivering softly in his palms. By the time he came to the realization of what he had, my heart was restless, ready to fly.

The second one stole my heart from the first, even tho he had someone else's heart in his other hand. The first person didn't realize my heart's absence until the shadow he still held had turned into a black mass. On that warm, sunny day, that blotch exploded, oozing over his fingers. My heart has moved on, but there is still residue on his fingers, we feel it when we talk.

My heart was then in the possession of someone ruthless. He was painful in his kindness and his touch would simultaneously bring life and death. My heart endured it for as long as it could manage, but then I ran away. A piece of my heart remains with that elegant brute.

I had most of my heart with me when I met the third one. He took my heart so gently that neither of us noticed it. When I noticed the hole in my chest, I found my heart as his feet, someone else's heart throbbing in his hands. He smiled down at my begging organ, then shooed it away. My heart cried.

Beaten and bruised, my heart has survived this trail. My heart needs a place to heal, a place harder to find than strong hands.

Will she? Will she take my weary heart and let it rest in the warm cavity of her chest? Behind the gleaming white cage of her rubs, can my heart be protected? Maybe she will take the missing piece back from the kind killer who still occasionally throws my heart against a wall, then kisses it better. My heart needs the soft touch, the gentle patience, and the sweet words of another girl.

And maybe, if I'm lucky, she'll need me too.

I am flawed, I am breakable, and I cry, yet heart reaches out to someone. I long for someone in whom I can see my own flaws as something beautiful, and someone whose flaws can become special to me. I look to someone more like me than I've ever searched out before, hoping that I'll get the chance to hold her heart, too.