whats your 20?

let me tell you mine.

for the last two months i've been living at the grand canyon. it's pretty pretty. it's also pretty peaceful, and pretty healing. for the last two months i've been living in my heart. standing right in the center of it, holding up the blood-slicked walls. folding throbbing veins back into the flesh, coaxing and murmuring sweet things to the tender fibers.
a boy-- a BOY ripped up my soft little heart. i'm quite sure he didn't mean to.. but all the same.
and now these rich pine smells and these deep cutting rocks and these quiet solitary mornings have sewn this heart right up.
and i am not naive enough to forget.
in time, some young strapping male will come along and look at my heart. he'll shake his head and say to himself, "this will all have to come undone." and then he'll pull out the damn scissors.
oh well. i'll let you.