yet.

im losing ground and gaining speed.
ive lost myself or most of me.
im headed for the final precipice.
...
im so confused
whats true or false
whats fact or fiction after all
i feel like im an apparitions pet.

but you havent lost me yet.

if it doesnt break your heart,
its not enough.
its when youre breaking down
with your insides coming out
thats when you find out what your heart is made of.

and you havent lost me yet.
no you havent lost me yet.

time slows, my heart steadily sinks, as you drop it once more.

hitting the harsh bitter concrete, every new crack is a stinging fresh cut on faded bruises and old stubborn scars that refuse to disappear from memory. each wound keeping an unwanted, yet inerasable record of past pains.

a worn, used object for your amusement that, like a discarded toy, no longer hold your fascination and love as better and newer versions are produced.

now if only i could buy a new heart after everytime time you break it.

I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines.
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be,
It's only finger-lengths that I see.
I touch the place where I'd find your face,
My finger in creases of distant dark places
...
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms.

every single 'sorry' to escape from you drips of insincerity

and you claim my translation to be an unintended deception, yet this feeble explanation does not quell my suspicion that your words reflect the amount of effort your heart contributes.

oh freddie .

when things break, it's not the actual breaking that prevents them from getting back together again. it's because a little piece gets lost - the two remaining ends couldn't fit together even if they wanted to. the whole shape has changed.

- will grayson, will grayson (and best part is i quoted it to the caps ;D because will grayson doesn't use capitals! yes. that warranted an exclamation mark).

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but how do we stop ourselves before we become bankrupt from buying fruitless amounts of super super glue and hope?