We,
broken objects,
Don't like to stick to unbroken ones.
Because, we don't like to feel broken.
And the closer we get to you, to your part of the world that's no longer ours,
The more broken we feel, and the more broken we become.
But if you drag me back into that world yourself, and never let go of my hand, and demand I stay by your side,
I'd probably remain broken for the rest of my life.
Jan 22, 2016
Jan 22, 2016 at 4:53 AM UTC
We,
broken objects,
Don't like to stick to unbroken ones.
Because, we don't like to feel broken.
And the closer we get to you, to your part of the world that's no longer ours,
The more broken we feel, and the more broken we become.
But if you drag me back into that world yourself, and never let go of my hand, and demand I stay by your side,
I'd probably remain broken for the rest of my life.
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