Our story was a tragedy,
We knew it from the start.
You handed me a pen and you picked up yours
and we wrote our realest parts.
The pages of our story,
well they definitely tore us apart..
but now the shreds have kindled the fire
that keeps me warmer than your cold heart.
Kindness may be weakness,
And I definitely know that I am flawed..
But beauty isn't in having something perfect,
it's in trying your best to perfect something that's not.
-fxg
