relationship, evolving, dissolving
in a final crash
only left with the broken
pieces of a heart.
I want my whole heart.
So here's the game plan:
Let's be friends.
A friendship revolving is reliable.
Sure, there's no jumping--
less excitement, a lower risk quotient.
You might be fooled into thinking less fun.
Except guess what?
I am okay. Just myself. By myself.
And I still have my own whole heart.