I remember all to well.
Going to the bathroom for more tissues.
And as I was blowing my nose.
I look into the mirror.
I couldn't recognize the girl standing in front of me.
She was sobbing.
Her hand over her mouth.
Barely able to say
"This isn't me"
Her nose was redder than fire.
Her eyes were so puffy they were almost shut.
Her tears streamed faster than a river ever could.
"I'm sorry..."
"I'm okay..."
She said to herself.
Who is she?
Who broke her?
And why did she let this happen?
Does she know who she is?
Well.
I do.
She is me.
Actually.
She was me.
Now I go to the bathroom late at night.
I see someone in the mirror.
And she smiles.
We did it.
We got through it.
"We're gonna be just fine."
She says
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No matter how hard things are, it'll eventually be over. And you will look back, and realize how strong you were.
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Just Another Heartbroken Story
PoetryThere's nothing to it. Really. I'm just and average girl who's finding out that the world is big. In fact, it's too big. It's so big it's messing up me and some of the people I care about. And it's just because I learned a new concept called love...
