Let my heart grow…

Before I tell myself that my heart has broken for the last time, before I shutter its chambers and swallows its key, remind myself that it is a muscle.

Before I tell myself that my heart could not possibly carry another name within its core, which it would hang too heavily in my chest, which it would weigh me down even more, remind myself how muscle is made – how it needs weight to strengthen, how it needs pressure to restore.

Before I tell myself that baggage is a bother, that trying stunts my growth; remember that heartbreak is the most important thing that will happen to me. It will hang like concrete in my bones, it will pile up within my words, but it will never weaken me, it will never cripple my love, for my heart needs weight to rebuild itself, my heart needs weight to grow.