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This is my truth, I invite the pain you caused. Showed me a lot about myself... there's a lot more to love when looking in the mirror now. Because I see me, not perfect, not scared, just simply my imperfect perfect self;
I have miles and miles of unthreaded pieces,
I have been punctured and prodded at,
I have been taken advantage of,
No matter how many times I pick up the sewing needle,
How many times I attempt,
I am still miles and miles away from me,
From who I am,
It's sad how many scattered pieces of me
I have lying around,
What if there is no thread long enough to put me back whole again,
Maybe it was a matter of time I stop trying,
Maybe it was okay being broken,
Perfectly,
In all the right places,
Teaching me not to break so easily next time
(Small Note from the Author)
It's just easier, a lot easier etching our break-up on blank pages than it is talking to my friends or even therapist about it.The truth is I hate myself for still having some part of me that loves him.
I needed to escape, I needed some fucking peace. Somewhere to put all the pain you out me through. This small novel is an outlet as I lived through the heartbreak of loving an addict. Unfortunately this was my first boyfriend, and a big learning curve for future relationships.
I hope this book becomes an outlet for others too, if you're going through a breakup know there is a light at the end of the tunnel! ❤️