I am the kind of broken that only comes when so many pieces are shattered off the whole that it forgets it ever painted a picture at all.
I am haunted by you and the haunting is stealing the words from my heart and the clarity from my mind.
Would you listen if I explained that we are magic?
If I gave less would you require more? Would you give more to make up for the difference, to fill the air with love instead of sorrow and hope instead of despair?