Just when I needed it most,
You ripped me open.
You saw my insides, and you loved them, regardless of the fact
that they were broken, and didn't work right.
You rearranged them, and stepped inside.
And I felt whole again.
The only problem now is,
there is an empty space,
that appears whenever you step out.
And sometimes I feel
as though it is too deep to ever fully mend,
even if I waited a million years.
But I would never try, because it is your space.
And deep down, I wouldn't
have it
any
other
way.
Oct 12, 2012
Oct 12, 2012 at 7:15 PM UTC
Just when I needed it most,
You ripped me open.
You saw my insides, and you loved them, regardless of the fact
that they were broken, and didn't work right.
You rearranged them, and stepped inside.
And I felt whole again.
The only problem now is,
there is an empty space,
that appears whenever you step out.
And sometimes I feel
as though it is too deep to ever fully mend,
even if I waited a million years.
But I would never try, because it is your space.
And deep down, I wouldn't
have it
any
other
way.
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