All The Broken Pieces

I miss it you know

I miss the sleepless night driving by little white lines

I miss waking up in unfamiliar beds

I miss smoking until my lungs hurt

I miss the girl I used to be

So broken, so complex, so

Interesting.

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Shatter

I didn’t love him. 

But he loved the parts of me I couldn’t stand. 

So we played house 

Until I burt it to the ground.