Your body is in perfect working order in regards to your physical health still
your heart feels as if it may shatter into a million unrecognizable pieces without warning
so I have bought you some duct tape. I have called out of work and canceled my meetings. I have brought with me some wine and my collection of mixed CD’s that were collecting dust and I have brought with me my heart.
My heart isn’t working right either. With each breath I can feel the pain slowly inching closer to my chest, working it’s way into my emotions but I am still breathing.
You are still breathing. We are both broken. Maybe alone, broken beyond repair.
You get a little tipsy and start whispering to me about suicide. It’s not a mistake. The words that roll off your lips are intentional, your eyes well up with tears.
Your heart is splitting and it can’t take much more.
So I am going to reach into my chest and break my heart in half and gently, I am going to do the same to yours, and we can trade because maybe having a friend with you with every breath you take is really the only thing we need
and if I can save you maybe I can also save myself
if there is hope for you maybe there is also hope for me
so take this – the only thing I have to offer and
do with it the best you can
the best anyone can with two halves of two broken hearts.
-A Kinda Pretty Mess
Chantelle
A Kinda Pretty Mess 