Its been a while,
Since i've confided in my words.
Flowing effortlessly on paper,
But having trouble being heard.
I believe i am doing better now,
Some Parts of me have healed.
Some parts of me forever lost,
in love's battlefield.
Things will never be the same
And i think i am okay with it.
Changes are inevitable,
And that's my take away from this.
I refuse to give this anymore power,
Its already caused me enough distress.
I no longer define myself as broken,
But a work in progress..
