There's no greater pain,
than tryingto mend what was broken.
You may put it back toegter,
but it will never be the same.

I once caught myself,
Staring at the person who broke me to pieces.
I wonder why he never tried to put me back together,
But then, every ounce of me long for him.

I fall ******* the ground,
That every bits of me shattered.
I pick up the pieces slowly,
But I still ended up hurting myself with my own fragments.

Because loving someone is letting yourself be fragile.
Either to be loved or to be broken.