• Broken.

    by  • March 25, 2012 • * Safe for Work *, Heartbreak • 0 Comments

    And these deep wells make my heart soft and my knees weak. This overwhelms me. You lift me up and when I reach the top of this peak I am released… I look down right before I crash into the cold hard ground falling into a millions pieces scattered.. shattered like tiny glass shards. I crawl battered and bruised scrapes cuts and scratches with hands covered in blood trying to fit the pieces back together. Eventually when a person breaks so many times the finished product isn’t and will never be like what it once was. Just a mosaic.. I’m just a Picasso-like tribute to the girl I used to be.

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