Nevbee

an old heartbreak is not a forgotton one
an old heartbreak is not a healed one
an old heartbreak is not easier to talk about
so I get on my knees and beg
becuase that name makes it so hard to breathe

the sunset makes even the darkest things pretty.
like the tears that run down my cheek, glittering in the sun.
or the dangrous thoughts disguised in pink and orange.
even falling apart feels pretty in the fading light.