I wanted to be sadI wanted to hurt
I wanted my heart to be ripped out and shattered
The pieces spilling all over the cold tile floor
Then I wanted to cry
To cry for what I've lost and what they've lost and what we've all lost
Then I wanted to take my old dustpan and sweep up the pieces of my heart
Some pieces missing and some pieces replaced by dirt and grime and some pieces broken beyond repair
Then I wanted to shove that mess that could be called a heart back into my chest
And do it. All. Again.
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lol, I shared this with a friend and she was all, "wow, that's good" but little does she know this was written based on how I felt reading klance angst...
I'm laughing my fucking tits off
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