Darkest Graces, Forgotten Muses "I'll prepare you for a cold dark world..." That's what he said and for a while now those words have echoed through my mind. The first man broke my trust. He dropped my heart in a box of broken shards of glass that were his half truths. The second knew and he thus spoke the words above. I think I could have loved him . I know only now after the end that he loved me. I broke his frosted heart with a hammer of harsh truth. He wept because I was leaving, I wept because I never had him to begin with. The third he loved me tenderly not a one way road this time. And he keeps still my heart. I have loved and been loved by three men in all my #life. Body, mind and soul. I always wished a tragic first love (the second for the first withered to quickly) and I got it. To witness a man in tears, rends the soul. I still feel a little sad to look back at it. I hold him in my heart as what might have been. I hold the first as what never should be. And the third is my heart. Without him I am dead. Love is the darkest state of grace. To have it is to have everything, and to lose it is to wither and die.