"How was your day?"
I open my mouth.
Today, I fell.
Breaking
Without privacy,
Makeup dripping my cheeks.
I hid, tears on my face.
And they came after me.
Brought me comfort.
Held me.
Listened to my troubles
With words
Like tissues.
I was beautiful.
Empathetic.
Sensitive.
Kind.
Not once
"You're so smart."
I knew then.
I am more.
They pulled me back together.
With duct tape compliments
And mortar to my crumbling brick.
"How was your day?"
I open my mouth,
And close it again.
Today stays with me.
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PoetryAfter a break up, one of the best things I've done was get into something I wasn't interested in when we were together. It becomes something not touched by memories of the other person enjoying it with you. For me, it was reading and writing poetry...
