hurts
.
.
.
like a **** old crystal,
you just throw my heart,
till it breaks into pieces.
impossible to be fixed,
impossible to be cleaned.
because maybe,
when you clean it up, you left the pieces under your bed,
and someday it can suddenly ***** into your foot.
pain
.
.
.
like a god-**** book.
you just throw into the fireplace.
you can see it burned,
into ashes..
you can't fix it,
you can't collage it all together anymore..
but you'll see someday,
all the memories,
all the stories,
may appear on your mind,
and pierce your heart..
you'll be sorry, you'll be sorry..