I’m so sorry,

How are you feeling,

Are you okay?

These are questions I get all day,

How do you think I am I wonder,

with having my heart ripped out just to be,

put back together? But in a way like a puzzle,

when a little kid tries to smash two pieces together,

that just won’t fit. But they force it.

Into a picture that doesn’t make sense anymore


Thinking of making this a part of my book! Still working on it!