I am that shoulder that you’ve leaned on.
The heart you break constantly.
The love that you refuse to feel.
And I gave you CPR.
So that you could breathe,
even though you had given up, entirely.
So I broke my toe, my leg, my arm,
my wrist, my neck.
My heart.
Because I wanted to feel you,
and you took my lungs.
But I needed to find me,
so I gave you my heart.
Just gather up these broken bones.
And pawn them for those dollar bills -
please go buy yourself a blanket.
You’re shivering and cold.
And you’ve only ever used me to keep you warm.
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