Bleed through it.

I had bled enough.
Easy hadn't come easy.
Years of trial and error.. And error.

Heartache I seemed to have found in spades. 
Through the faulty lenses handed to me from years of self doubt.
I was over it.

Prepared to move forward with my hardened heart intact none the less. The cynic was winning. No longer willing to give little pieces of myself away.
Sadly. Cold but safe.

You've bled enough she said. 
I was a little startled.  
She'd come out of know where. Kissing me softly and talking honestly of things that I knew too well.

I had bled enough.