Fix You

How do you fix what is broken? How do you heal what is hurt?

How do you pick up all the pieces that have been scattered and lost in the dirt?

It hurts to know, that you can no longer fix what has been broken. Because he's gone.
And he can't help you.

It hurts to know, that you cannot heal that one part of you. Because YOU are the one that keeps the hurt.
Not him.

Because he's gone.

I try to pick up the pieces of us, even before he left, but if the pieces was lost then--then it is lost now.

But I still keep trying. Not as much as before when he was still here, but I still try.

Even though he's gone.

And it hurts.
So the pieces remain scattered and lost in the dirt.

[A/N: I should have posted this before my other writing 'To: My First True Love' but I just was not able to gain the will to bring myself to do it because we did not have a sense if closure and even though I was angry at everything, all I really felt was just missing him dearly. I just was not in the right mindset. But this prose was my anger--that turned out to be just myself mourning and missing the one I loved whom had died.

Again. RIP my first true love, Kiaren Xenos. ]