And so I gave it all to you.
Once again you might see.
I gave my love to you.
My trust.
My heart.
Then you threw it all away.
Disregarding how I felt.
How I viewed the situation.
You broke my concept of love again.
My trust.
My heart.
Once again I tell myself.
"You will never fall again."
I hold my head high.
Hide my pain from you.
Tell myself I am strong without you.
Then you came again.
With an apology in hand.
With the only love I know how to accept.
With my heart still in your hands.
My trust still twisted into your spine.
And so I gave it all to you.
Since this is all I know.
I have a different perspective of love then some people. My parents always only gave me small doses of affection and acceptance. And only when I was doing something their way. Over the past few years my mind has developed to view things very different then them. They are of course separated but parent the same. From afar. If anyone else struggles with parents who aren't really present until it's convenient for them. Try to move on, show them how successful you can become without them. It's so hard when they try to come back, because all you want is their love. That's okay, as their children we expect them to nurture us. That isn't your fault. It's theirs. So live on, and try so hard to be happy with yourself.
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Broken Pieces
PoésieThis is a collection of my pain over the past 6 or so years. Writing has always been my outlet. While many of us suffer from mental illness everyone of us copes in different ways. My style advanced over the years so bare with me in the first few cha...
