Maybe this is the kind of brokenness that leaves you doubled over an ex-lover’s welcome mat, eagerly waiting for them to open the door in hopes they’ll fall in-love again, with the scent of desperation wafting from your trembling body. Maybe this is the kind of pain that leaves you shattered and displaced all throughout your favorite corners of town - a piece of your heart here, a shard of you there… waiting to be cradled in a hand so warm and tender. And maybe this is the type of wound that no hospital can stitch up, or medicate - no doctor could possibly save a heart so irreversibly damaged.
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