I know none of this was
as easy as breaking a glass.
Instead this was all as
hard as when I tried to
pick up the shattered pieces
and somehow I will bleed
because I keep on trying.
But for you, my darling
I will always be there
to pick up—even to
the tiniest pieces.
For the thought of not
being with you was
a catastrophe to
my fragile heart.
—dbnzvrt
Jul 1, 2018
Jul 1, 2018 at 6:06 AM UTC
I know none of this was
as easy as breaking a glass.
Instead this was all as
hard as when I tried to
pick up the shattered pieces
and somehow I will bleed
because I keep on trying.
But for you, my darling
I will always be there
to pick up—even to
the tiniest pieces.
For the thought of not
being with you was
a catastrophe to
my fragile heart.
—dbnzvrt
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