A Broken Hearts </3 Body Image... (a lot of thoughts)

I had learned another language; an education robbed of the unfortunate counting my fortunes within the appreciation of this lesson ....

Knowledge = some damn good dome

have you tasted the knowledge of a broken heart...?
thats some damn good scorned dome packed with the aggression of a mothers loss
aggressive dome is good, but ... ... slow down >>>

the pain comes... a broken heart in all its physicality... no one can prepare you for the the physical goosebumps and internal agony--- the only prescription is to be gifted with a smile... but how can you deliver a light within a smile in the darkest alleys and forgotten swamped dark days
irreversible broken trust; healing where? (3rd person thoughts)
praying hands yielding a need for deliverance... have you ever received the knowledge of a broken heart?

this analogy of the broken heart ... {lets carry on with the lesson}

Body image is a mental depiction of the appreciation or lack there of concerning one's self--- my own definition--- but the body image of a broken heart is like... ...the misguided friendship blowing up in your face, full of blame, pointing and increasing the "he say she say" games by default... torn and unforgiving to oneself and another... the body image of a broken heart is the unknown and unfamiliar comfort to oneself to trust and love not only others but yourself... the body image of a broken heart is "bitch I'm not fine... damn I can't remember when I was...I want you to stop asking, but please ask again I need to release"... the body image of a broken heart is the desire for someone to truly uncover whats wrong... but this broken heart can't let go of the insecurities of maintaining my broken image

The body image here is unfortunately flawed

Lady bugs travel slow on foot... perhaps shes waiting to fly when her broken heart is restored

"miss lady bug why do you travel on foot"; if only I could have this conversation with her

"I know your luck hasn't run out in your wings... your the luck behind every humans wings... excited to pocket you and not instill any damage... fly in my palms.
Ms lady bug you are the muse to my memory..."

"Ms beautiful bug I must transition on this journey with my lyrical accolades that will knight that broken body image into the wings of a butterfly. "

(Our conversation ended)

the unknown... the unfamiliar...

a broken hearts body image = collateral

collateral is always the tragedy of these cruel love wars