That's how we ended.
I never forgot the pain he made me feel. I never got over the way he chose to hurt me. I never forgot the way I cried on the bathroom floor, asking myself why I wasn't enough. I never forgot how he always knew the right words to say when he was trying to win my heart, only to leave me when I finally fell.
That's how we ended and that's okay.
Because the pain reminded me of who I was and what I was capable of. They reminded me that I was just a bit damaged, and what he didn't have was the power to destroy me-
And that's the most beautiful memory he left me with.
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The Writer and Her Daydreams
PoetryA prose and poetry collection where dreams transform into something real.