Stone walls crumble.
Young hearts shatter.
Moonlight offers little comfort.
Dawn glows and its light permits me to smile again.
Perhaps you didn't break me as much as I presumed you did.
We are puzzles.
We lose our pieces along the way. We pick up the pieces of somebody else. We become them and they become us. We complete our puzzles by the pieces we craft, the pieces we find and the pieces we forcefully attempt to put into place.
This puzzle is dynamic and fluctuating. We change, seasons change, minds change.
Sometimes an open space in the puzzle is incentive to complete the picture the way we want it, not the way we think it should be due to societal expectations.
Embrace the void.
You're never too broken. If you were you'd be dead.
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Suicide Sky (SS 1)
PoetryTRIGGER WARNING emotional exhibitionism; raw, unfortunate honesty. non-fiction. includes songs and significant lyrics. this is probably shit.
