It rains again today
and for the first time in a long time
the rain elates me.
It must have something to do with you,
something that both of us
have been struggling to understand but
haven't yet.
Why are only those who have broken our hearts
able to fix it?
Why those who are capable of mending hearts
break it?
Why is joy so fickle,
so delicate that
it needs crutches to walk to us?
Why the crutches that carry joy
support pain too?
Why could only a bleeding heart heal?
Why does my healer
only choose to repeatedly stab me?
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