when we will have both learned
the art of ignorance,
when the hurt won't sting,
and the tears don't come easily,
when the walls we build
become bigger than the dreams we shared,
i will wear my scars proudly.
i will show off my broken heart
and declare
that it was worth this eternity of sadness.
for now,
all i have
is everything.
let it be known,
the fool who said
to have loved and lost is better
knows not what loss means.