i will never regret you

i will never regret falling head first in the vast ocean you call madness – though, i like to call it love. i’m still falling and, while i’m so high i can’t even see the ground, i’m hoping that, if you won’t be strong enough to catch me, at least you’ll be able to attenuate my fall. i’m hoping that you’ll be all smiles and that you’ll be patient enough to wait for me as i rush to the ground. or i’m hoping that you’ll be falling beside me and that we’ll somehow be able to create a parachute out of our connected hearts, so we won’t both crash.
i usually like safety, but you’ve got me falling so bad that i don’t know if i’ll ever hit the ground gently. i’m scared that the crash will be so violent that my heart will collapse with my ribs and remain silent on the concrete.

i will never regret the bruises on my heart. some of them are so old that they’ve already been completely healed, though they’ll never be forgotten. but some of the bruises are still fresh and i’ve just now managed to stitch them, but you’re helping with the healing. you’re the perfect tailor that my heart needed; you’ve sewn all it’s bits and pieces together again, so you can have my heart in a better condition than it’s ever been.
and you already got a shovel with your name on it and you’ve started covering up the holes others dug in my soul. you’re doing such an amazing job with the shovel and i’m scared that, someday, you’ll dig your own holes in my worn out soul.

i will never regret commanding my heart to open up fully and let you in. i’m not sure that, even if i wanted to, i would’ve been able to keep my heart hidden from your love. you took my fragile heart and kissed away every pain it has ever known. you managed to rule my heart through smiles, hugs and kisses on the forehead and i could never regret this; not even if i’ll be in the gutter, trying to recover all the pieces of my shattered heart.
i’m just hoping that you won’t stitch a bulls-eye to my heart and throw darts at it whenever you’re mad. i’m hoping i won’t have to search the whole world in order to find all the pieces of my heart, if you’ll take a more powerful shot at it. i’m hoping that my heart won’t need another open surgery, because it’s already had so many doctors who left their signature encrusted on my arteries.
i’m hoping i won’t ever get the chance to regret you.