ARMAMENTARIUM

So my heart cracked.

Became shattered like the screen of an Android phone smashed against a wall. The screen was damaged and yet by some kind of deific luck, the phone still worked, still responding to every touch made on it like nothin’ had even happened. But this functionality wouldn’t take away the fact that it was shattered way beyond repair, that on first sight what everyone else would see was a broken screen, the unwaverin’ conclusion been that it couldn’t work any longer.

Except it can.

Still beatin’, still pumpin’, still bleedin’. Overtime I have lived with this fractured heart, beginnin’ relationships with it and endin’ relationships with it. In love, in agony, in joy, in sadness, bitter, happy, still it remained fractured, impossible to be made whole, impossible to be broken apart.

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