There is a scar in place of every wound I have ever sustained.
I won't say they are healed, because these things rarely ever do. Get healed, I mean.
I am broken. This brokenness I will never lose; it will be felt until I cross over to the other side.
Time is ruthless, it slices me open mercilessly. Day after day after day after
day.
But.
There is now a light smile in place of every tear I used to shed in solitude.
How this eclipse illuminates my solution in all his blue-eyed, blond-haired glory is beyond me.
In every place he graces with a tender caress is a sigh of relief, spelled out down to the seventh layer of my skin. It is a tattoo I will never put on display for the world to see; the world has done nothing to deserve it.
$∆L
let the brokenness be felt
till you reach the other side
there's goodness in the heart
of every broken man
who comes right up to the edge
of losing everything he has
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the solar system || johnlock ||
FanfictionSherlock understands everything except gravity. Gravity, and John. It doesn't matter which one he loses, if he loses one; either way, he would lose an anchor of some kind. And it really is common knowledge that love is the most treacherous sea. ...
