• Written by nicky_heart in MY BLOG on 26 July 2021 à 00:36

    07/24/2021 16:01:26 Jetspride
    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, because otherwise the splinters would hit me and it would hurt.
    The pieces were only there only to serve one purpose; to

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