Broken

This world would be a very lonely place if we never learnt how to love broken things.

On the way home i try not to fall asleep because I’d rather hear you sing. I miss you the most right before you actually leave. You’re the warmest color I’ve ever seen with my eyes closed.

I miss you. My home was in your arms and I never agreed to move out. It might be warm and still outside, but this world is a cold, cold place to be without you.