It's funny how some people would give everything just to have a broken heart. To feel the lips of that boy which you always argue with. To caress the skin of who you have broken up with a million times but always end up with once more. To receive annoying phone calls of that person who want's to know how you are doing every ten minutes. It's funny how some people desire that girl who broke your heart and slept with your best friend. They would love those sticky nights of breath and souls attached to each other. They would gladly feel those glass tears running through your cheeks as you go home after finding out he's been finding other bodies under foreign mattresses. It's just blows my mind how they would like to touch that sorrow. How they would embrace it under their scars. How they would sacrifice their sleep over someone to love. To break their hearts. Someone to make them feel alive.