whole.

From my heart,

bled rubies,

rich and blood-red,

when you stabbed me,

seven times,

through the chest,

because I allowed you to.

From my eyes,

flowed diamonds,

bright and sparkling,

as I cried out six times,

in agonizing pain,

screaming to the heavens.

From five heavens,

fell sapphires,

which washed away the blood,

and washed away the tears,

from off my cheeks.

From then on,

black onyx grew,

around my heart,

and all its four corners.

From there,

after three tries of struggling,

I picked myself up.

From two broken pieces,

I healed.

I became one whole again from brokenness.