to all those with a little pain in their hearts, who find it lonely when it rains, and when even in a crowd, it is a little too quiet.
we all live here.
[formerly known as fractures] [#26POE]
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THE GAP BETWEEN OUR BONES it is the gap between our bones the hollowness in our rib cage, as we beg for someone to love us, as we ache for a father to love us, for a human to care. it is the fault in our humanity and in the porcelain hearts we cradle within our chests. we must blame the fragility of our hearts in the brute force of those who hold our china bodies in their own hands, cupping us gently and not as gently. it is our thirst that we plead for other lost souls like us to find our way to each other, hoping maybe that two lost people can make a home, two broken clocks can somehow start ticking, but the truth is that two wrongs do not make a right, just as two empty hearts cannot make each other full again.
