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?