He broke the trust.
He broke the promises.
He broke me.
He broke the pearl.
I can't be myself anymore.
He was one of the remaining six.
He broke the pearl and crushed it into little pieces.
I can't be myself anymore.
The sacred version of myself.
The one I used to love.
The one who had confidence.
The one who didn't care about her stretch marks.
Now, those things matter.
I have to rebuild the pearl.
Bigger and better this time.
He broke it.
I don't like being broken.
YOU ARE READING
Poems.
PoetryI'm not the best writer, but I like to write an awful lot. Just a couple of poems that I wrote, nothing special.
