The bad thing about my broken heart was I handed out pieces to anyone who pretended to love me. A little here; a little there, cast away, till all my heart and  hurt were gone. Then you came back. Now I’m trying to collect the pieces and glue them back together. N.C.

Sometimes
the only person
who can help you
put a broken heart
back together
is the one
who broke it
in the first place.
Anonymous