You didn’t want to leave, I felt it.
Now here you are, 8 months later with a canyon sized hole replacing the spot where heart is supposed to be.
You’re probably chugging down fifths of ***** and making meaningless conversations with people who have absolutely no interest in getting to know the madness that’s going on inside your head.
You call your Mother but she tells you the same ******* thing over and over again, and all you hear is that she doesn’t support you.
Your Father has always been there for you though, even if you didn’t think he was a one point.
Sunflowers aren’t your favorite flower anymore because too many people knew that about you.
You’re spending thousands of dollars on a school that doesn’t teach you a ******* thing about how to put the smallest pieces of shattered glass back together.
Because that’s what your heart was.
It was expensive China, and you trusted clumsy people with your fragile heart.
How stupid could you be right? To think that anyone has the capacity to take care of something so delicate.
But there was one girl, at one time.
Remember her? The insecure girl who ironically didn’t care about anyone but herself? But she loved you, didn’t she? Oh God, she loved you. She fought through your ******* and stayed committed to you even after you gave her so many reasons not to be.
Do you know what happened to that girl? She died. She was buried next to the promises you broke along with her own heart. Just when everyone thought she was gone forever, a year passed, and she was reincarnated into someone you don’t recognize. I hear she still thinks about you from time to time. Wondering if you’re eating okay, taking care of yourself and wishing you the best. But the girl now, writing this ******* poem, is the girl you will never have the pleasure of ever meeting again.
You didn’t want to leave, but you did.