Did I love you?
Or did I love the person you have the potential to become?
I want to say I love you as you are.
You, the broken, but beautiful pieces.
The pieces that I want to see bound together with gold.
You, who was kind despite your struggle.
You, who I thought had such a heart.
You, who I thought loved my broken pieces too.
But on your way to try to fit yourself back together, you stepped on my pieces.
You broke me in ways I had never been broken before.
You broke me but I want you to try to piece together with me, the way I want to help pieces yours with you.
I dont know how to talk to you anymore.
And you stopped talking to me Thursday.
I will never stop trying, though.
Because I love you, broken or not.
Even if it means someone else needs to help me piece me together.
