Torn Pieces

In the end, he's mine. And I don't mean "he's mine back off bitch" bitch, but, I carry him in my heart. Every little piece of him is here, where my soul and mind come together. Even the bad things, especially the bad things. I have been through a lot for him, I carry his depression, his disorder, everything that went wrong, it's all in me. It sounds so weird, but it's so, so logical to me. That's why they keep coming back, I kept them, all of them, in my heart because no matter how much he has hurt me or how many times he fucked it up, it made him. And with that, it also made me, this is who I am.