BrokenMore Like This
Jo was sitting on the sofa staring at the photo Heather took of heself when they were together..the couple thought it was for the best to take a break since they need more space from each other, but Jo didn't want to, Heather want to make all the pain go away just by holding Jo.
Heather was broken, Jo was lonesome and didn't feel right when Heather wasent in his life anymore..she couldn't feel have Jo feel her anymore.
It was a friday and it had started raining the same day Jo car was in the shop and he had to walk thought the rain for the whole day.
"I hate the rain." Jo mutter to himself with his with his music blasting in his ears. He had to make it back to the car shop before 10:00. It was already 9:46. "Shit." Said Jo, as he ran down the street. "Better hurry before-"
Jo crashed in to someone making a trun around the corner.
"Oh, damn it. I-I'm sorry...H-Heather?" Jo eyes widened when he saw his ex, Heather, again. "Uhhh..Hi." Said Jo helpping her off the wet ground
"Hey Jo." Said
My ButterflyI draw this little butterflyMore Like This
Every time I need to cry.
This little reminder stays on my arm
To keep me from committing self-harm.
The tiny symbol just ensures
That these calamities I go through aren't too hard to endure.
Sure, I pretend to be happy,
But in the end I always end up sappy.
I feel like a bud that will never be a flower.
Minutes that never come to hours.
I just know that something's missing.
Obviously I can't help but be wishing
The butterfly could always be enough.
I could always be so tough.