• the broken heart that sits in my chest aching to be fixed.
    it longs to belong to a person who will mend it into a beautiful work of art.
    instead of what it has became a peice od someone who only see her fate broken.
    where she shuts people out to feel no hurt only numbness.
    where the dark creeps you will find her lurking there not wanting to see the light.
    only to hurt again by someone who says they love and leave her valuable to fall hard to the ground.
    leaving her to pick up the peice alone and putting them back together.