Wednesday, November 30, 2011


Once upon a time, someone I thought I loved broke my heart. 
Not even a clean break, no line down the middle, no two halves easily glued back whole, 
but shattered in a million separate pieces. 
Once, I discovered that the same mouth can kiss you, tell you it loves you, and lie to you all at the same time. 
I learned that sometimes you can't know a person, 
even after years and years, 
that sometimes people are actors because they understand that better than they understand themselves