You saw my heart.. You saw the scars etched on it. The half done stitches and messy bandages. I was hesitant. Hesitant to show you who I really was. But in the end.. I was grateful. My scars made u love me more, hold me closer than before and give me more happiness than I deserved.
But unfortunately this was not what I needed. Eventually even you left and there came another scar on my already disfigured body. I was out of bandages, out of needles- so I started using pieces of myself. I soon realised this heart wasn't broken.. It just stopped working. I used up all the pieces I could find to make it work again but figured none were right. I was trying to complete a puzzle with all the wrong pieces. Each piece was so light and fragile and felt so different from the other. I felt like an old clock which refused to work unless the right parts were fit into the right places. I knew there was no way I would ever function the way I did. I waited and waited and finally realised..

Old clocks when stop working are just meant to rust

A/n-
This is where 'can't be fixed' was taken from.. I wanted to show you guys the entire thing. Enjoy xo

Liv 🌦️