I've never felt like my heart belonged to me.
It latched onto appreciation from others.
Praise fed my heart and gave it a home.
And someone took that praise
And cut it off.
My discarded heart felt an ache that I didn't voice to anyone.
Just pretend you're strong, Kathryn.
I feel used.
My heart feels like it was used to raise someone's ego,
And it was quickly thrown away.
I was never perfect.
I was far, far from it.
But he refuses to talk to me.
He has forgotten me within a week.
And now
I'm trying to take back my heart.
I'm solidifying the iron gate around it.
I'm reinforcing my bones with steel.
And I'm hoping that will be enough.
Because
Now
I'm the only one I feel I can rely on.
