You have ripped me open and poured acid down my lungs a thousand times. But once you've closed me up with the same duct tape that you tore off, all is forgiven. I cannot seem to walk away from the boy who has shattered my bones He is reckless with my heart but I keep trusting him to hold it in the hopes that he is a little more careful this time. You told me to be selfish, to prevent myself from being cracked and bruised again after finally healing But he knows where my wounds are still open, where my bones are still brittle, where my heart still lies.
I canât seem to leave him; CS(writtenvoid)













