Excerpts of me

"A heart is like a vase, unique and hollow or possibly filled with pretty things, maybe it sits on a shelf up high or maybe it's shattered into little bits on the floor everyone else walks on."
- Unknown

I wrote this four years ago at a very dark point in my life
The guy I talk about in these poems was abusive, manipulative, and made my life hell.
He ruined a year of my life, and so if you are reading this and you relate to what I wrote, please take a look at your situation and seek help if necessary.
Abuse should not be glamorized, you deserve to be happy just like I am now. Love always.