I think I may have damaged my heart. It breaks and I fix it and pretend it’s good as new. Ready for the next fall. Completely disregarding the consequences that will break it again.
I should give it a break. I should put it in a shoe box and hide it under my bed. I need to forget it exists and stop using it.
If anything, I want you to know me in a way that if I lost myself, you could bring me back again.