When I Visit All the Places Where I Broke Down

When I visit all the places where I broke down

Will those places squint their eyes to look at me? 

Will their mouths curve upwards in remembrance 

Of a girl who often tore her eyes apart

Will it be able to see the velvet I stitched my heart with? 

When I visit all the places where I broke down

How will I greet such a place that became my soulmate

When no person could become my safe place

What language will it use to communicate with me? 

Those same soft murmurs to calm me down

Or just a proud silent smile will suffice? 

When I visit all the places where I broke down 

And show all the layers of gold thread that went into fixing me

How will it react on the new version of me

It will surely be happy on the amount of effort I put in, right?

It will surely show its teeth in ecstasy 

When I visit all the places where I broke down 

With a smile where tears used to cling

With stars embedded where dead hopes were once embroidered

How will it remember me then? 

By my cracked skin or as an invigorated body?

Or will it be poetic enough to remember both of my visages?