Dear Broken Girl
When you fell and shattered
One of the shards pierced my heart
It hurts, but if i take it out
I know I'll die
Dear Broken Girl
You are splintered and broken
When I hug you, you slice my skin
But I will never let go
Because even though it hurts
The pain means nothing
As long as i can hold you
Dear Broken Girl
Your heart is in pieces
But you won't fix it
So you can have mine
Dear Broken Girl
You took back your shard
Now my chest is bleeding
I see holes in the chests
Of everyone around you
You want to hoard all of your pieces
And keep them to yourself
What is the point
Of your pile of bloody splinters?
It's very good. I can see the
It's very good. I can see the heart of a young boy's innocent not-yet-ripened idea of love having to be something you 'get' rather than give. Very cute.
...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "