Crazy story here, how someone can crush your heart in their very hands. The hands you once loved to hold. The keeper of your heart. Crushed til’ there’s nothing left to crush. Til’ the veins in his wrists were protruding. An un fixable heart, impossible to mend you say. & then this dangly-tall happy soul comes along. Thinking, yeah I can save you. I can fix you. No.. he can’t. He doesn’t even know you. He’s never felt this. Never felt like you couldn’t breathe because the pain has suffocated you, it’s been far too long. So you push him. As far as far can go, You push him away with any fight you have left in you. & the idiot comes back because he just doesn’t know.. & he’s obsessed you think. Why me? What is it about me? I’m just this hot broken mess. Who the hell would be as idiotic to try and fix me? I’m scarred & jaded. All used up.. But then.. you put your hands up in surrender. Because it just doesn’t matter anymore. There’s nothing left to do. So you say what the hell. & then, it all starts there. He he took all your clouds away. He stretched his beautiful arms up above to move aside your clouds. To see the peaking light of the sun, & now all you see is brighter days because of him. Better days because of him. The healer of your broken heart. My idiot<3
To Matt.
