If everything makes you who you are, I guess I’m just
A torn heart glued together by the seams. That loaf of stale bread that’s left for the birds, the once shy person that has no voice for words. I’m the sunshine that made you miss the sunrise, the half ass smile behind bloodshot eyes. I’m that thunderstorm on the day that all you wanted was to play in the warm sand, that cold touch when all you reached out for was a warm hand.