Sometimes he thinks he's broken, and doesn't know how to
repair the pieces. He's never been able to handle a needle and thread,
so stitching together his shattered heart seems like an illogical solution.
There's superglue, but the shards don't seem to want to stick. That's when he realized
there's no easy fix.
You can't mend a broken heart because it seems like the next step
of the process. A friend or lover might demolish it and damn the thought
of the damage they've done, but that's only the prelude to step one.
He held on too tight when she shattered his heart, as if clinging to her skin
would convince her to stay and fix the fissures. He can still smell
the intoxicating aroma of her perfume and bad attitude; the latter
attracted him to the challenge. Left with pieces and pictures of what they
once were, he curled up into a ball against the glass, letting them scrape
at his skin even more.
To bend a broken heart, step one is to stand up and decide to restart,
instead of prolonging the suffering by remaining attached to the misery.
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