And hey,
Maybe we are not cursed or doomed after all
Maybe we're still not dead, not yet at least
Maybe love was never a thing, maybe it was always a person
And maybe we're just lost pieces of a beautiful jigsaw puzzle.. meant to be completed
just maybe
we're not dead cold rotten corpses, we can breathe again
We can be found.
YOU ARE READING
Fragments
Poetry"Everyone's playing checkers with their scars, saying checkmate whenever they get out without a broken heart. Just to be clear I don't want to get out without a broken heart. I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousa...
