Pieces of You (Poetry and Prose)

It Was Me

I don't know if I have the right to be broken because it was me who broke you first. It was me who've hurt you.

My petty thoughts and irrational thinking brought us here. My impulsiveness threw us to the pit of doom.

Now, I don't know. I should be broken, sad, devastated, and all, but no. My inner self tells me not to because I was the reason. The problem was me all along.

words by:

Shey Dee | ladyofstarlightbloom