I won’t be the Girl you marry. I’ll come into Your life, Fix all your broken Pieces Show you what A real women Looks like And then I’ll leave. However, 10 or 15 years from now, You’ll be off In another lifetime. You’ll be in love And maybe have a child or two And you’ll see me. You’ll remember the night You gave me your heart Folded into origami. You’ll remember telling me “I don’t know how to open it, I don’t know where to start Or how not to further destroy it”. You’ll remember telling me “You have fingers infused with Enchantment And endearment, Fix me”. So I worked all the magic Despite my wariness. I worked And worked And worked Until you were Whole heartedly free. Until your were Whole heartedly Able to love her.
Zienab Hamdan - The Fixer (via moonlyaffairs)
