You are not broken
You are injured
People get injured all of the time and that's okay
People only become broken if they allow themselves to stay injured

I finally understand why your favorite candy is kit kats, it's because you love to break things that are only sweet to you
I don't understand because you either lied then or you lied now but either way you've poisoned your name and I'll never put in back in my mouth, because if I did it would be speaking ill
I walked a tight line of secrets from my heart to your ears and you chose to cut it and leave so you didn't have to watch me hit the cement and pay for my vulnerability, and just blame myself when this entire time I never realized that your just a thief that stole me secrets, now you they can be a gift, wrapped in the pieces of my broken heart they can remind you of how you abuse it when people give you absolute power
And even as I write this I realize I will never have my secrets back... But I suppose they aren't secrets anymore, just my information that's known by a stranger