Sobriquet, mended.

Broken. My ascertain denotation by reason of my nature to scruple over affection, repress a kiss, not ever doubtlessly trust and my blatant peculiarity of bearing no desire to entrust myself to no particular individual. But despite my given labels I've granted myself a different sobriquet, mended. Because I recognize that a heart perchance traitorous, a kiss mayhap be poisonous, acknowledge the evident verity that one can only rely on one's self, and even then one must concede the possibility of self betrayal. In regards to my heart, you should happen upon the wreckage, shattered marred pieces lie in the rubble that remain.