secrets ; gawsten

35. broken record

you saw me through your windows. you teared up as you watched my shaky hands.

you cared? i was torn.

a part of me knew it was fake, but a part wanted to think it was real.

you fix a broken record, there comes a time when you have to remove it, or throw the whole record player away.

im the broken record, now its time to try and remove myself from the situation.

you appeared next to me in the blink of an eye, taking my hand and hugging me.

your hugs are warm geoff wigington, unlike your cold bitter heart.

~awsten