I thought he needed me, he was a misfit who stood out in the crowd. I wanted to heal him, to make him feel loved. But the closer I got the more I realized I needed him more then he needed me. I still need him. He cemented the pieces of my broken heart, little did he know. Just by listening by actually caring more about me then my naked body. It wasn't his attention, but I fell. Hard. & that scared me. That within a second he could take away that happiness. & I didn't think it would be forever, I just hoped it would be a little while longer. & I didn't think he'd be ripped away from me so soon. I tried so hard, tried to push him away, preparing for the inevitable. But instead I let my walls down, get too close, I let him see me vulnerable.
Now once again I'm left broken
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Poésiein the dirt, rubble, and dust, a human emerged with cuts and bruises. I asked her why she was so beat up, and she said replied "in the end, life fucks us all."
