It is fragil it is dying don't you dare think of taking it of stealing it
I have changed every lock and swallowed every key because I told you I loved you and now you are still gone
The day you left. I ate my words that day. Actually bit down, chewed them, swallowed them and felt them slide down my throat like glass until they were so broken and damaged there was no possible way of those words could rearrange and repair themselves enough to be spoken.
The pain is all I feel I feel empty and lost and it will not be fixed