We as humans don’t seem to like messes
We don’t like things out of place I was avoided because my heart had fallen to my stomach and shattered Until you, you put your hands through my ribcage and pulled my heart back into it’s place It beats raspily and shudders with every palpitation Now loved it is easier to breathe but the scars don’t go away And you are the glue holding the broken pieces of my heart together And if you leave I’ll be a mess again
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