I know I'm not good with my words.
I know I'm not good at making you feel loved.
But that's me,
I told you I was broken.
You told me you'd fix me,
Now you're gone .
And you took all I had along with you.
I'm left with the cracked pieces that I need to pick up.
I'm left with a heart that needs to be mended.
It's getting really hard,
I wish I'd built the wall higher and the boundaries stronger.
YOU ARE READING
Melancholy
PoezieA little book of feelings and memories that haunt me almost every other day .
