Unwind

After I thought she broke my heart, 

it never felt like it fit back into place.

I had no patience for healing.

Somehow winning the break up

was more important than letting

the heart set naturally.

Forced into a crash course

on being alone again, 

my shaky hands jammed

the jagged edges of what I thought
a broken heart looked like

back into place with no regard

for which piece went where.

I knew it didn’t feel right.

I didn’t care. 

For the next several years,

the slightest touch from

the smallest memory

would chip away at the jerry-rigged

heart

I never properly picked up the pieces.

I spent so much time trying to replace her. 

I forgot that there was a me before her. 

Turns out, I never needed to fix anything. 

I spent so much time trying to repair

what I thought was broken.

When all I needed was to unwind

the parts of me tangled

with parts of her.