Sometimes when your heart breaks,

Sometimes when your heart breaks,

you have no choice but to let it

shatter into a million pieces. And

hope that tomorrow you will have the energy to pick them all up and put them back into place.

Sometimes all you can do is breathe.

Or try to breathe. Because anything

else is just too damn difficult. And sometimes the pieces won’t fit

back together anymore. The heart

doesn’t heal the same way it broke.

And some of the pieces become too much to hang onto.

Some of the pieces are let go.

Sometimes the heart bends and sometimes the heart breaks.

And it never heals the same way it broke.