two thousand eighteen.

Broken

8/15/18

I am broken.
Like the toy that you played with one too many times as a child, pushing the limits of its stability.
I am broken.
Like the heart inside the young girls chest who got left by the person she thought would love her for eternity.
I am broken.
And I might need help picking up all of the pieces that got left scattered across the ground.
Please don't get mad my love, I know it's a lot to deal with.
You have pieces of your own to find.
To mend and put back together.
I know I get upset easily, my insecurities clouding my kindness.
But I'm trying.
Trying to fix that young girl who's perspective of love shattered before her.
I am broken.
I hope my love is enough to fix this.