i have been searching for all the pieces to my broken heart. which is ironic considering i have never technically gotten my heart broken. i think i broke my own heart a long time ago, but either way my heart hasn't been complete in years. then i met you and suddenly i feel again. and the searching has stopped. you hold the pieces to my broken heart and everyday you unknowingly add a piece back. when i told you of the butterflies in my stomach and the flowers in my bones that you have made appear, I guess you decided that you couldn't keep getting cut by all my fragile pieces. because you dropped them, and when you did my heart got pulled down with them. now the butterflies have flown away and the flowers have died and i have begun to search once again.
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Writings, rants, questions, poems, really just my life in a book.
PoetryI'm an over emotional little dandelion. Very sensitive but also a tough little cookie. So like this is all my feelings in a little book. Some are about people. Some are about me. Some are about life. Just everything really. PLEASE LEAVE feedback ! F...
