strange things

Last night while I was sleeping,
    or trying really hard,
I realized some things about my heart.
It often feels broken and I often think it hurts,
    but I don't think that is what is really going on.
         not anymore.

My heart, it is not broken,
Not in the way that I imagined.
It is cracked, thousands of times.
But not because of the people who "broke" it.

No, no, I realized this,
those people didn't actually break my heart.
They took their space and stayed.
Then another came along,
And he did the same thing.
He held a space within my heart,
    every inch of it, it seemed.

With each love that left,
I thought I felt my heart break.
But truly, it was getting bigger,
truly it was changed.

There are cracks, yes,
but not from gluing up my heart.
There are cracks throughout the surface,
    because it is growing faster than it ought.

So now you might be asking,
does this mean that she's in love?

If I'm answering honestly I'd have to tell you..
Yes.

Not the kind of love,
Where I want to grow up,
Grow old in love.

The kind of love....
Well where I want them to be happy,
    The happiest they can.
I want them to do all the crazy things life has in store for them.
I want them to see the world,
    through eyes I won't forget.
I want them to change the world,
     And to see the change within themselves.