He used to say i was his drug, but darling it's only now that i realised, I was the medicine to his wounds, once cured he'd discard me away. That's what they do, people, they use you to heal their wounds, and once they're done they walk away.
But darling you know what, i should've listened to my mother when she told me not to play with broken glass, you'll only cut yourself along the way. But he was the shattered glass to my bare hands, I tried to fix him, now i'm bleeding, but i keep saying i'm the one to blame... he'd never take the blame anyway.
But you know what's worse? the shards of glass, they're stuck deep in the wounds, i can't get rid of them. Pieces of him, they run in my blood, in my veins, it feels like my own blood reminds me of him. How do i remove the poison running in my bloodstream? How do i go back and erase it all? Where's the eraser when you really need it? Where's the reverse button? Oh darling, this is reality... it only goes forward, it doesn't stop for anyone, it doesn't rewind, either you face it or you let it drag you down and drain the life out of you.
I don't want to think of him anymore, i don't want to be associated with anything about him. Every inch of him, i want to scrub it off my skin, every memory of him, i want to thrash it to pieces, what i used to call love, it's now turning to a feeling so foreign to me,
oh darling... it's hate.
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Darling, it's okay. We're all broken, in some way.
Storie brevi" But this world is cruel. Darling i swear it's so damn cruel, it'll make you feel like you're on top of the world, so well that you'll forget you don't have wings to fly, so you'll leave the parachute behind, but oh sweetheart you were so damn naiv...
