Every. Damn. Time.

Smash the broken bits until they shatter. Eventually they will become dust and drift away. It's about time it happened. I'm sick of being sad over people that just don't care.
Every time I think it will be ok to say hello, rips me open.
Every time I think about the good times, rips me open.
Every time I try to fight to keep the pieces together, rips me open.
I have a box of blue and black that I haven't touched in over a year. Sometimes I think about torching all those amazing, wonder memories that keep ripping me open.
I.can't even finish this post.