boiling tears form in my eyes.
my lip shakes.
im weak.
my few escapes slipped from my fingers.
my happiness slipped from my grasp.
its gone.
im too broken to ever move on.
this is the end.
im crashing.

YOU ARE READING
pieces of a heartbreak
Randomtales of a broken hearted girl, with no turning points.
twelve;
boiling tears form in my eyes.
my lip shakes.
im weak.
my few escapes slipped from my fingers.
my happiness slipped from my grasp.
its gone.
im too broken to ever move on.
this is the end.
im crashing.