All I have left is a broken heart.
Shattered. Smashed.
All I have left is unshed tears threatening to pour from my eyes.
Empty. Cold.
You broke me darling, you threw me against the wall and I shattered into a million pieces.
Deserted. Alone.
Maybe you broke me, but I still have the pieces. They may be shattered but I still hold them. I will pick them up and make me whole again. Healed. Blooming.
And maybe when my flowers start emerging, I will look back and thank you because you may have left me broken, but I created a better version. One you could never touch again.
New. Improved.
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Musings of a Millennial
PuisiGuys like you were bad for girls like me, maybe that's the reason girls like me always fell for guys like you. ~Just a young girl trying to find her way around using words.
