She met me broken.
All my shattered pieces could never be put back together.
But instead of trying to put them back together, she shattered herself to fill my empty spaces.
The empty spaces that needed something more than just love.
I will always be grateful because she watered the dead flowers in my heart.
She made them bloom all over again as if they were never dead and dried out.
As if my heart was whole.
She helped me find small pieces of myself.
She always put me first even if it meant destroying herself.
She was my reason to find happiness in places I didn't even know existed. Even in times of darkness..
YOU ARE READING
The first few words left unsaid.
PoetryLove hurts but pain is growth. It's okay to give your all to someone you think deserves it even if you fall again. Let them be the beginning of something new. As long as they are perfect for you, nothing else matters.
