Funny that I don't get attracted to those who are perfect
I get attracted to those who are broken
Because by learning how to fix them
I hope to learn how to fix myself
But I always end up shattering even more
So that my tiny little pieces can slip into their cracks
And mould them back together with the warmth of my love
And as I melt I become a part of them
But eventually they leave taking pieces of me
And never giving anything back
But that's love for you,
The now solid vase will long for flowers
Not for the jagged petals of fractured glass
And I guess that's what it deserves
For it is no longer broken,
But I still am.
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I'm drowning(my rants)
DiversosJust rants I wrote before, most of this no longer applies to me. Some rants may border poetry.
