You could break my heart into
tiny
little
pieces,
and I'd still pick them up
and put them back in your hands.
—jillainemc
YOU ARE READING
everything i didn't say ;
Poetrymy whole existence speaks sadness, so i'm letting you feel all the hatred and heartaches, for this is everything i didn't say.
pick ;
You could break my heart into
tiny
little
pieces,
and I'd still pick them up
and put them back in your hands.
—jillainemc
