Paper pulp heart...
Life is so complicated.
I'm treading water, my head falls under. Its brackish, so I can't even see a thing.
I don't have any answers, only useless feelings that confuse. Feelings like that there's a crack in my heart, it started as a tiny sliver... And now its growing day by day.
The heart isn't meant to crack like this, or soon it will just fracture into tiny warm chunks of preloved mush.
You can't exactly mold mush into a new heart. Maybe it can be used as a sticky paste.. Like pva, over some newspaper.
My Vovo died in December. On the 3rd... My dad and uncle went to see her. Fuck I miss her too much for words, and Christmas always makes me think of her... I'd just made holiday plans with her and then she died.
It hurts like it was yesterday.
Add that to how much everything hurts today...
I'm treading water, my head falls under. Its brackish, so I can't even see a thing.
I don't have any answers, only useless feelings that confuse. Feelings like that there's a crack in my heart, it started as a tiny sliver... And now its growing day by day.
The heart isn't meant to crack like this, or soon it will just fracture into tiny warm chunks of preloved mush.
You can't exactly mold mush into a new heart. Maybe it can be used as a sticky paste.. Like pva, over some newspaper.
My Vovo died in December. On the 3rd... My dad and uncle went to see her. Fuck I miss her too much for words, and Christmas always makes me think of her... I'd just made holiday plans with her and then she died.
It hurts like it was yesterday.
Add that to how much everything hurts today...