I look to the sun.
I feel the sand underneath my feet,
the waves crashing on the shore.

I look down.
I see it.
I see you, your frame wavering on the waters.
I see you smiling.
How wicked.
I used to like that smile.....maybe I still do...
What does this mean...
How can you still be in my heart when you tore away from me into that boy's arms.
I still see you in me.
I still act like you.
I still talk like you.
I hate you.
I hate myself because of you.
What you have done.
No one would have seen this coming.
To see the one being shattered is me.
And the one holding the bat was you...
swinging the bat into me.
breaking me.
shattering me into pieces and you grabbed for my heart.
you stole the love I had for you.
and you gave it to the other, like as if you have been planning this all along.

No...maybe I don't hate you.
Maybe I still love you.
I hope my broken pieces,
the broken glass on the floor would remind you of me.
and you would finally leave him and come back to me.

This is not the end.
I am probably hurting you by doing this.
I would probably hurt the one you left me for.
Why am I this way?
" You are too kind." You would say.
I wish you could stay.