  My wings are shattered glass, my heart is broken but is being rebuilt... My wings are torn by your words of lust, once beautiful now they are blackened with hurt and memories. My mind is like and overload kilabite that has an deasie that eats all your info on the computer. My eyes don't know your face any more. You have been gone to long, i don't even rember the color of your eyes. I know your smell though, i know your voice, your fingers, i know your mouth, i know your heart. I know everything about you, but i still don't understand your thoughts. I can't seem to grasp them in my hands. I can't hold your hand and seep through your skin and suck this info out of you. 
