Incomplete

I fell for someone, and I don’t know how to feel about it.

You see, this woman has been hand-crafted by angels and divinely created for something great. But she fell into the wrong hands over time and now I can only watch as she pulls herself back together again, spending time on the glass heart she’d been holding against her chest when we met.

I learned that she’d been re-calibrated over and over and over again to the point her original frequency was lost over time and she has no idea how to be in tune with herself anymore.

I’ve caught glimpses of her scars that’d been painted over to the point that she gets lost under the brush strokes of artists who couldn’t see the beauty in front of them.

I knew she’d been placed on pedestals so high that if she wanted, she could touch the stars.

But she suffocated, and then, she fell.

She caught fire as she streaked through the night sky and the flames left her raw and exposed as she crashed into the Earth.

She sliced her hands and fingers as she collected the pieces of her glass heart and crawled to her feet.

And that’s how I found her...

She’d be broken and hastily put back together again even though some of the pieces weren’t working or they were in the wrong spot.