Little pieces of today.
That still remind me of yesterday.
Still stuck in the past.
Still stuck in this mental state,
Where everything was still you.
Less of me.
Less.
Is all that's left.
Little pieces of you etched into me.
Into my mental.
A clear image.
Day by day trying to make more of me.
But don't want to lose the little of you,
I'm holding onto.
Less of me.
No idea who I really am anymore.
A monster with no heart?
Who was never trained to love the right way?
I became my worst nightmare.
Trying to be with you.
Now all I have is less of me.
And too much of you.
Adopted your ways.
A monster with no heart.
Who was trained to break hearts.
Less of me.
No love.
Just games played by the puppet master.
You.
I adopted your ways,
Became the female version of you.
Shame.
I was perfectly fine before you.
YOU ARE READING
She.
PoetryPoetry, scenes and short stories written from the fingertips of a girl who doesn't know her own heart. She's filled each corner with love and light that she thought was pure just to watch it rot off and fill like a gaping dark hole. But these heartb...
