he was my happy pill,
my sad, happy pill
who found both bliss
and sorrow
in someone who
broke him in ways
I couldn't mend.
Dec 1, 2018
Dec 1, 2018 at 2:42 AM UTC
he was my happy pill,
my sad, happy pill
who found both bliss
and sorrow
in someone who
broke him in ways
I couldn't mend.
"It's yours" she admitted, sighing, as she tried to cover the object she held in her hands. "You shouldn't see it"
"Why not?" he asked.
She looked away, a tear falling from her eye. "I can't fix it. It's too broken"
"You don't have to fix me" he reminded her, a sad smile on his lips.
She shook her head. "She broke you deeper than I thought"
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