Within days of his leaving,
my world falls apart.
It stumbles, and tumbles, so subtley to the ground.
Then it's found...
by the teasers and the pleasers and the rest of the plastic people.
They see how small they can make the pieces.
I won't open my eyes until I can touch him again.
His arms are the place where I fit in,
the most.
He doesn't boast while owning my heart.
I don't fit in with anyone.
I'm numb.
To the world,
that breaks my heart because it can.
I'm only exsisting
(just barely).
My silence aches to be broken.
I'm broken.
But he'll put me back together soon...
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