Sunday, January 25, 2015


I'll be the first to tell you I've never been in love. 
But I do know the feeling when your heart crumbles and your left with rubble inside. Sharp messy rocks and shards where something lovely once was. There's more than one way to break a heart. I could list the days. Engrave them on my mind like a memorial. Tally the days that haunt me.
But I've never let anyone in so far 
That they were transplanted deep inside. Their roots vining around my veins and arteries. To where I was so entangled I had to hack to get them out. Leaving me broken and bleeding. 
But when I tell you I'm sorry you are breaking I want you to know that That real. I want you to know that wounds turn to scabs. Then to scars. 
You never forget how you got them, you may always remember how you feel. but trust me darling you can heal. 

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