Sunday, April 23, 2017

The Broken Vine

She is my home and I feel lost and homeless without her. I can literally feel how confused my body is not knowing what to do anymore.
I can feel my mind going dark, and my hearts broken pieces floating around in the cavity I call my chest.
I can feel ever inch of my being shatter.
I didn't know that losing them meant losing me too.
You grow with them.
You become this beautiful vine, growing along each other.
Then one day, your structure is ripped. That which you grew upon is gone.

-Chesteryaya and Miss D


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