Dear ex,
Up to date
I still pick up the pieces
As teardrops fall
I am a wreck
I am way too far to recovery
I wonder when I will perfectly play with the pieces of me and recreate my heart
I can say you were my perfect mistake
Am still collecting my wreckages
But for something very important to me
It might sound and feel absurd
But that's you
I shouldn't be caring so much but I do
I am a mess inside out
The day we stopped talking
I felt like the sun had broken into two
And lost it's comforting warmth
It didn't shine as bright
Nor burn with passion as before
It lost its will to shine on me
I had crumbled alongside my entire universe
You must have mastered the art of heartbreaking
But I hope you are ok
Yours loving
P.G
