Wounded Space

Have you ever wondered which hurts most?

Saying something and wishing you had not,
or not saying anything and wish you had?

The ticking times I've spent with countless of what-ifs and fear diluted into a pot of bravery, 

in which I'm betting a whole chunk of my heart. 

The thought of spending my life pretending his heart meant nothing for me
was even more frightening than the possibility of getting my heart crushed,
so then I gamble my heart for the sake of his.

Be it a bad luck or a fate,
all that I know that I was sure that I love everything about him and us, 

even parts that I might not understand.

Now I've got to pick up the shattered pieces of my heart.