it hurt when I stumbled across him.
he was like broken glass all along the floor.
but it was beautiful and my curiosity got the best of me.
I remember looking at him and all I could see was pain.
he had this insane look of desperation; you could almost feel it.
and yet his eyes were still hollow; like the life had been sucked out of him.
I wanted to pick up his pieces.
I wanted to put him back together.
and so I tried. I really did.
I got a little cut along the way.
the more I tried to fix him the more fragile I became myself but I didn’t care.
I wanted to see him happy.
every time I made him laugh I thought about how I wanted to make him laugh forever.
he was getting better.
eventually he was put together enough to get up and walk away.
but hedidn’t take me with him.
and I’ve been stuck sitting here where I first found him.
wondering if the pieces left on the floor are his or mine.
I should probably get up.