THEY BROKE
UP
You were like a
glass table, and they just continued to pile things on top.
Until one day the cracks became too much and you shattered. You
think they took away all your pieces don’t you. They
walked in and kicked you while you were still down? It’s
ok. I have some glue here. I can try putting you back together
again if you’ll let me. I know those scars will still be
there, but it’s ok, I have some too. You don’t have
to take all that weight anymore. I’ll help you carry
it.
THEY BROKE UP You were like a glass table, and they just continued
