Thank you broken heart... and the person who broke it
Like a broken plate, I cut myself holding on to it  
My wound weeps of blood and love for you

So much so that, that I don't have any for myself
And so I don't let go.
It would need stitches and it will leave a scar
But with time it will heal

But for now, in the space in between
Past tense and future tense  
Tired
Deflated

Being lazy is easy
But productive is hard
I wanna lose myself to my flaws  
But a part of me want to work on them

So I gave myself two weeks
To mourn over this dead relationship
Let the pain all out
In tears then in fist

I glued together what parts of me remain  
I used little cause there was so little to put back together  
In the end it only gave me 40%
As the other 60% was missing or destroyed