The Love That Continuously Fixes

He watched me break apart and helped me pick the pieces up.
At my lowest point, fragments of myself scattered everywhere. He says each piece is beautiful- I don’t believe it myself but then I look into his eyes and I know he believes it to be true. I know he’s the only person in the world who can still think I’m beautiful when I’m broken,scattered all over this earth and that I know is love.

About write2sleep

If you are looking for a well structured blog with correct punctuation and sentence formation, you have come to the wrong blog. My writing style reflects my mind- COMPLETE CHAOS. For the ones who are restless..if you can't fall right to sleep ;Write2sleep.

Posted on December 30, 2013, in Poetry and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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