fixing a broken heart is kind of like
climbing stairs on your hands and knees,
and every time you think youre
making some progress
you set your hand wrong, or
miss the step with your knee,
and go tumbling down to the bottom again.
you break some bones,
get some new bumps and bruises,
and each time it gets a little bit harder
to pick yourself up and
start climbing again.
and sometimes you just dont.
it seems you fall head over heels out of love too.















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He was the sort of person who stood on mountain tops during thunderstorms in wet copper armour shouting, "All the Gods are bastards."
it's too bad i didn't come up with the head over heels analogy until the poem was finished.
p.s. i hope you know that whenever i'm feeling like a failure i'm going to talk to you, cause every time i talk to you you tell me i'm amazing. lol
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"i'm alright in bed, but i'm better with a pen."
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"i'm alright in bed, but i'm better with a pen."
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He was the sort of person who stood on mountain tops during thunderstorms in wet copper armour shouting, "All the Gods are bastards."
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