You have to stop giving loans cause they never get returned in full, and they bring me back cold.
Even though we grew, and now I'm older; you drown out the experience.
And I can't remember the last time I was sober.
You allow women to come in and walk all over leaving just as quick as the came; only with a longer space in-between.
They leave me with cracks all over, and you ignore me.
I don't want to live with you anymore if it means I have to live being unseen.
And these strings that sewed the cracks together didn't get the attention needed.
They are frayed at the ends looking for another spark to bind them;
Although I don't want you to find another heart I know you will find them.
So please find one that has a lighter, or a burning passion for you like a raging fire;
Cause the next time you find someone cold we'll both die of hypothermia.
Sincerely, your fragile heart
"And these strings that sewed the cracks together didn't get the attention needed."
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