I've Been Thinking

If television, books, and poetry are right
That heartbreak is the test of love, its nectar
That when you fall in love
And that love happens to break
You will fall hardest when your love is most true
Then I say, yes, let the fall after the break induce fractures on my face
Let the fall from the stumble be so violent that I weep for the garden that I once walked through
Let the fractures be so deep that you can see the bones
But on these bones will be more than calcium
The memories of smiles she induced will be on these bones
These bones will hold up a face in stoic pose
A face that just wants to cry, smile, scream, cry some more, and even laugh
What will ignite these bones to loosen their grip on this face?
Only her

But for now I say that I am blessed to make of this fractured face, a beautiful Frankenstein