When I first met you, I could tell that you were broken
stepped on, beaten, and shattered all over the floor
But I saw you for so much more than your scattered pieces of broken glass and my only desire was for you to see it too
So I tried fixing you
I thought I could fix you
But then you left.
Turns out, these hands weren’t made for constructing because I had broken myself to try and piece you back together
And now that you’re gone all you left me with is an empty heart and some open wounds
Now who’s going to fix me?
You ruined me. The only person that truly and passionately loved you, and that’s something you’ll have to live with for the rest of your life