Maybe, He Just Wanted To Break Me


He had a fascination with finding beautiful objects, like vintage cars, pulling them apart and putting them back together. I never understood his desire to fix things that weren’t broken but it gave him great satisfaction. I think that’s how he saw me – as something beautiful and intriguing that he wanted to play with only after he pulled me apart he became bored and never put me back together. He played mechanic with my heart, he left me in broken pieces all over the floor.