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Sep 2014
I'm starting to remember again. How it felt to just sit in one place and do nothing but sink deeper into my misery and numbness. Thinking that if only I was happy thing would be better. But, like that mirror you punched when I made you so ******* angry,I'm never going to be whole again. The important parts of me are shattered and there's nothing but unsteady hope holding me together. And who knows how long that will keep my pieces from falling apart again. You see, you break me time and time again, and I let you. It was true love, right? You made me mistake your anger for love and that's an error I won't be making again.
Hazelle
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Hazelle
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   Lior Gavra
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