Pieces

Broken is where I found you i didn't think i'd be there without you I thought together we'd scramble through shattered pieces holding fragments up that shone broken light beams through open wounds until the rays of crimson or violet or emerald or the music or the warmth of a cigarette put us back together again.

You fixed you.

I don't know who I am. 

I am in love with the brokenness.

Subscribe