I still feel bruised and battered. I still feel broken. I'm so sorry. I can't help it. I'm still hurt. I'm still upset. My chest still aches. I'm so sorry. I don't know what to do. They say time heals all wounds. I hope so. I hope that's true.
i find that my fingertips and your visage are nearly inseparable; as i trace, you smile, and the wrinkles in your face remind me that even the most beautiful things can be laced with imperfection