Very early on in life,
I learned that we couldn’t fix people.
The first time I heard my mother cry,
I was 7.
And even though I was young,
I swore the sound of her sobs
was also the sound of my heart shattering.
And I remember hugging her,
Because I thought that maybe if I held her tightly enough,
she wouldn’t fall apart.
I learned that I was wrong about that, too.
Fast forward ten years,
And here I am again,
Trying to fix you.
And even though I know that we can’t fix people,
I’m still giving it my best damn shot anyway,
Because the very fact that you are broken,
broke me too.
And I learned that
When we try to fix people,
We realize just how broken we are.
Physically, yes I can live without you. I can eat, breathe, and sleep easily without you.
But if I’m not sharing half of a medium pizza with you, then I don’t want to eat.
And if I can’t feel your body move up and down as you breathe, I see no purpose in breathing.
And if I’m not waking up chest deep wrapped in your arms, then I don’t want to sleep."i’ve never wanted someone this badly - the-psycho-cutie (via perfect)
"Made ya look!"
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Got me everytime!]
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