"Her heart had been broken. Broken a thousand times. Broken by people who couldn't learn to love her.
She had to fix it and, while she was doing that, she discovered parts of herself that she had never even imagined would exist. She was a whole new person, thanks to the people who had made her cry and suffer all those times before.
She was herself again, but only because she had cried.
Because she had been Broken."
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This is Broken
It's the second part of Written in tears and it doesn't tell one story, but a thousand. A thousand different stories, all of them born from love, hate and fear. Mostly fear; fear of losing people, of loving, of being wrong, of crying...
It tells a thousand stories but all of them belong to her. To the girl whose heart was broken.
It tells a thousand stories, but all of them belong to me.
Now, I am not broken anymore.
YOU ARE READING
Written in tears
PoesíaLove and hate letters. From me. To you. That's what poetry is, isn't it?
