I think once all of you is given to someone,
Its very hard to get all of it back again.
You return back in scattered pieces,
Like a box full of your things,
Hoodies that still smell like him,
The pain that crushes your rib cage,
The dead putrefacted butterflies in your stomach,
Oohh that pain is unbearable.
I came back in million pieces too,
Like a book with missing pages,
Torn love letters with scattered words,
Motionless nights with wet pillows.
I miss you so very much,
That sometimes i almost feel numb about everything else.
We were everything a couple ever needs,
But now all i see are my empty hands alone.
Some nights I lay on my bed,
Holding up my broken pieces,
Trying to fit them in the first place.
But then a cold voice somewhere in the distance,
Wispers this to me every time, always,
I told you before long ago,
That broken baby dolls can never be fixed again.
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