I never spoke of how you broke my heart. Not to my friends, to my family, or to my favorite cat. Not a single soul. I swallowed the pain whole and let it rest inside me.
And now, the seeds I planted bloom. You gave me flowers in the form of a heartbreak. I now have petals for armor and a colorful soul.
I always thought of you as a permanent stain — haunting my peace for eternity. But now, I only see you as a familiar stranger. You and all the things you did still scare me. I have felt as if I am unworthy of anything.
But that’s not true. It took me months to realize that someone’s worth is not measured on how much love they have received, but on how much love they are willing to give. And I loved you enough, more than breakeven.
YOU ARE READING
Moon Child | Ongoing
Poetry"Home isn't always four walls. Sometimes it's one warm embrace And two people's heartbeats as one. " - Moon Child (StarHues) Collection of poems mostly tackling about falling in love with someone out of your reach. Musings about the pain of unrequit...
