Picking off the remaining paint chips on my nail beds
Nervous because I wanted a chance to see the waterfalls
on your face. Exotic. I imagine it to be like visiting
the tropics of Niagara.
Your pain equals a long awaited relief to replace the hurt you’ve caused, shows that I’ve won the war of hearts,
even though you were the first to break mine.
The water falling is like a glue to piece it back together.