I used to write
I used to write about how sad I was
How he broke my heart
How she broke my heart
How my heart was broke like a vase

Unfixable
Yet I still would try to pick up the pieces to put em together, they cut me everytime
Never was I successful in doing what I was trying.

I think I've come to terms with the fact that I'll never be the same
That love is a lost commodity
A joke. A comedy.

I used to believe in love at first sight
I used to love myself when I looked in the mirror
Men love me when they look into the mirror
Good men, bad men too
Because I'm their mirror
but
I dont love them
I make a bad man good and a good man sad
cause
I was good to a bad man and he made me sad
Birthed a baby so I found love
But I held onto that pain and I still ain't neva came back
Does that make me bad?
Or am I just ******?