Wake me up
When the sky
Is blue again
And the leaves
Are crisp
With a chill in
The air
Wake me up
When it doesn’t
Hurt so much to love
Someone that can’t
Love you back
Wake me up
When the world
Is less confusing
And I can finally breathe.

                     -L.Frost

You know you’re broken
When your own reflection
Won’t even look you in the eyes

and maybe one day
someone will see the broken pieces i’ve
managed to glue back into
a heart and they
will admire the stained glass

brush over the unfinished bits and
call me a work of art

Convincing yourself to be happy
Is like being told to draw a smile
With a broken pencil

There is a certain gracefulness
in falling to your doom.
As all the broken things surround you,
as all the lost things keep you
from the dark.

And there
in the Dark,
is a place
where shadows call home.

People said we are not supposed to fall in love cause everything that falls gets broken,
Love is fragile,
Just like mirror or glass,
It gets broken easily if we are not careful.

Giving away our heart to someone is dangerous,
We may end up losing half of our soul,
And end up like a rock with no purpose in life.

There once was
a moth that
had wings
of crystal
and when
he tried to fly,
he always dropped to the ground
and shattered into a million pieces.

Sometimes, I feel like that moth.

But I look into your
eyes and see
the
magic
that rests there
and I remember that
moths are beautiful, and
even when broken, crystals
are beautiful, too.