lazzibum

I was broken. My heart was broken in pieces, so long ago that I couldn't even remember when it broke. It wasn't like having a broken heart from love sickness, when your heart shatters all at once. No, mine just gradually eroded and crumbled down over the years. Sure, I tried fixing it. One little piece at the time. But every time I managed to fix a part, it just got broken down again. And eventually I stopped trying to fix it. It felt like a waste of time anyway. I carried the broken pieces of heart with me. Sealed in a box, deep inside my inner core. The box was packed packed well. Waterproof. And I made sure to not shake it too hard,