i was born with a broken heart.
it gave me a rather dubious gift
of visibility, the label of unfitness
in an act of childish brutality. that
is when i learned what fear is,
the real one and the imaginary.
i was born with a broken heart
and believed that what is already
broken cannot be broken again.
then you came and i learned that
naivety is the original sin with
no forgiveness.
hidden pilcrow 