Fickle Poem by Joseph Alexander

I had always been the heartbreaker.... And I always thought I was a little too fickle to be properly in love. I am most definitely fickle. But love has a way of playing to our weaknesses and entwining you anyway. I have learned that it makes you feel safe, while in reality you are throwing yourself over the edge. It opens you up. Those butterflies make you pliable, and it will bend and mould you. And it can crush you just as suddenly as it built you up.

Having loved and having been loved has bent and broken me. But I hope, into a better shape. Having been melted, I am now set.
I am now stronger than before.
From here, going forward, I will not apologise for who I love, and I will not apologise for this part of me.
I have done this for too long.