serendipity

broken pieces

my poetry was the most

d̶a̶n̶g̶e̶r̶o̶u̶s̶ precious part of me

i poured every heartbreak

every feeling of happiness

of sadness

of anger

of love

in a few words (like the silly girl i was )

and i gave it to you (like the silly girl i was)

but you took it,

and burned it to ashes

now there is nothing left

              i have forgotten how to write

you break a glass

and it shatters

you break me

and i shatter

(but i don't simply shatter. i feel worthless, defeated, broken. i feel as if i alone am carrying the weight of this entire universe, do you understand how heavy that is? i feel as if i had lost that one thing which had kept me going. just a pathetic girl who got her heart broken, once again.)

but the difference

between the glass and i is

that i c̶a̶n̶ will take my broken pieces

and will somewhat try to fix them together

i will take

what is left of me

and give it a bath in rosewater

hold it with gentle hands

love it with all my might

after all,

i can't afford to lose myself again.

-  the glass does not have the ability to fix itself, i have the ability to take my broken pieces and try to mend them. i will try to convince myself that i really am okay, will force a smile till it's  permanently there and be what they call happy. what a shock it will be for all those that have hurt me, i truly am a miracle.

i have slowly started to write again

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i wrote this at 12 am and all the emotions were pouring out and yikes.

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love love love - s