My heart fails,
I take baby steps
But he trips over
And falls again.
I just wished
I could do it gracefully
Leaving
With my self-love intact.
Instead,
I turn into pieces
That I give it for free
To someone
Who doesn't want them.

My heart is a naive
Powerful and stubborn
Melon,
Outside and inside.
I have to learn
Not all people like melon
And I can’t be
A peach or a cherry.

A human being trying to heal and found her own voice. A self-love journey.