they're pretty fragile, you know.
and as much as none of us want to admit it,
we're all kind of fragile.
Personally, i think we all deal with a broken heart every single day.
some times it's disappointment. sometimes it's; expectations. sometimes it's fear. sometimes it's illness. sometimes it's your own mistakes. sometimes it's just plain old pain. I guess it's sometimes reality too.
broken-ness is not always an easy thing.
it makes you do silly things sometimes, like the number of snowflakes you hang up, or the number of times you've walked down the office supplies isle, just because it makes you feel better about something--anything!
i have some pieces of your hearts too. not in a creepy i shoved my hand in your chest and stole it kind of way. and not even that i made sure to break yours so that i could have a piece kind of way. but more like, we shared something together--even just a moment or two-- and i took some of yours and you took some of mine.
i told you that you had my heart. but i guess you didn't believe me or maybe forgot or just didn't care anymore. you just dropped it. and it shattered like glass all over the floor. i couldn't find all the pieces and some of them i just couldn't pick up.... But I guess that's just how broken hearts work.
truth is, folks, hearts are fragile. they are a little too soft, and a little too breakable.
(your dreamer)
