Reality came and and swept me off my feet. And so when he let me fall…I never expected to fall so hard,
so hard, that I’d be broken into so many pieces. My pride and self-worth were the first to break off and when they left, they severed my heart in the process.
However, I still had hope to keep me intact; hope kept me from losing myself. My soul has been treated by unhealthy thoughts of hope and faith. My romantic imagination has been my last chance of survival until reality came again and finished his job.
With his final blow, I can say I’ve been finished. He took me apart and made sure I stayed apart.
He stepped on my foolish fickle heart, pressed on hard, and waited for it to die under his merciless foot and said, “I warned you”.
Why. Why if you’ve taken all that’s left of me you’ve come back again to rub salt on the wound?
You’ve destroyed me and my faith to ever become whole again.
(3 months ago)
