When I was younger my mother told me
Don't let someone hurt you more than you can hurt them
Little did I know she'd be the first one to break that rule
She has broken my heart
1
2
57
One thousand times
And as I cry before her begging for nothing more than her love
Her face does not change
She does not feel
She does not love
I can't help but to wonder, was it always like this?
Or did she change?
Or
Did I change?