/of broken hearts and glittery shards

/of broken hearts and glittery shards

ok, so it's raining. the same scene that nearly everything worth mentioning happened.

except this time, the breeze reeks with the odour of blood. It used to be so clear, so beautiful, so pure.

and the rain, always falling like little blades, piercing through my heart further with each drop.

it hurts.

I want you back. That is, if i ever really had you.

ps. it's jesse mccartney's fault.
pps. 'cause it's that song of this that's playing, again.