Look up Mad Girl's Love Song by Sylvia Plath. It's a poem. I lurve it.

Once there was a girl who was tough as nails. She was untouchable; no one could reach her so no one could hurt her. Yet somehow, through her thick skin and watchful eyes, she was touched. It was soft, but it was definite, unmistakable. And just like that, she crumbled into a million pieces, as if his touch was a hammer and she folded into herself, the world beneath her rock hard and unforgiving. Crumbled, cracked like an eggshell, unmistakably, uncurably.

Under the pieces there was life, and she was more alive than ever because she had become something more beautiful than the pure white of an eggshell. More alive and more beautiful than ever was this new soul, and again she had never been touched. Try, and then watch her fly soundlessly away....