So here I am.
I have already written 17 pages full of the hurt you caused me.
Here is my digital version.
You have ignited a light within me.
How is it that pain
Is in turn the birth of art.
I've reconnected to the lady within me.
She has patiently waited
As she always does.
Self love
I want to bathe in it
The most powerful true form
of the 4 letter word that drives us mad.
But with me
madness has no home.
It's warm here
pouring out my soul and painting it
on paper
Using words to create
emotion that pours out my eyes
as I write this.
Thank you.
For leaving me,
I was so caught up in loving you
I abandoned me.
Myself
The only thing that has been by my side
through it all.
I spent all my time thinking of you
Yearning for you
Trying for you
Everything
For you.
A faint version of me sat in
the corner dwindling her thumbs.
I was just a piece of you with small
memoirs of me on display.
Then just as you were looking in a
mirror
You said I was not enough
I was not worthy of you
... did you even know I was just a reflection of you?
So you go
Okay.
Not okay.
Who am I?
Finding yourself is always the most confusing journey.
Because I mean you're right there
But it's as if you're merely looking at a shadow.
So we find the pieces of ourselves we lost
Our passions
Our goals
Our quirks
And then we take the new pieces of us and mold it all together
We are new and yet the same
More hard
Less trust
But
So much love..
New lovers find interest in the mystery of you
Who is this wild woman and how do I tame her?
And there lies the beauty in the you that you've become.
You don't fall trap to any love that doesn't match the one you have for yourself.
Yes you are picky
Embrace it.
I will not allow society to tell me
that my one true purpose in life to find love and create a family.
I shall live my life vividly and find purpose in everyday events.
The laughter of my nieces and nephews.
The tears we shed in unison.
The fire deep within our souls.
Learning new passions and opening our minds to new experiences.
While still allowing for plenty of self care time.
We make decisions based solely by us
even in new loves we will keep our individuality.
So
thank you my dear past lover
thank you for breaking me so that I could
rebuild into the true version of me.
my One True Love
Nirvana bound.
YOU ARE READING
Broken Pieces
PoetryThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
