Eggs

My mom always used to say to me to never put all my eggs in one basket.

Whenever something goes wrong even now,

I look at her and I say

Mom.

Why do they always crack?

She could never give me a answer

It wasn't down to poor parenting actually quite the opposite.

She knew that it's a lesson learned and I'll grow from the heartbreaks or the loss of something cherished. Surely we all grow from our pain.

Now....unfortunately I'm of the belief that either I have a deep rooted hatred of eggs, in which I should probably consider adopting a vegan diet.

Or....I'm some form of masochist because clearly I must get some sort of thrill from getting my heartbroken.

It's now got to the point in which I think I'm grabbing the eggs outta my basket and throwing them at people because I'm afraid of being vulnerable I'm afraid that if I present someone my basket. They'll break them like just like the last one.

I'll throw them instead. At least that way. You won't get too close.

Now, I've seen someone so beautiful and so pure, I went to throw my eggs like always.

Then I realised....I have no eggs left.

All I have is love.

Thank you for reading

Alex