Being alone never felt right. Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right.
I am far too young for the world to ache my bones this much.
When something important is damaged, we cannot take our eyes (or thoughts) away from the break, the crack, or the wound. The first bad scratch on a new car, the first recognized lie told by a new lover. We knew this would happen, sure, but secretly hoped it never would. Sometimes these things can be repaired but even then they will never really be whole or perfect again. Never.
Even when you
were at your worst,
and I cut my hands
from picking up
your broken pieces,
I still loved you.