Addict [boyxboy]

[6]

The fragility of something depends on what it is made of

I'd like to think I wasn't always this weak
That I was made of sturdy things like happiness and self confidence

In fact the first few times I felt like he broke me I compared it to a puzzle

You put it together and then break it apart but the pieces still fit perfectly once they're back where they should be.

So that's what I did, I put myself back together piece by piece only to have him come through again and repeat the cycle

How could I have been so stupid?
So oblivious?
So in denial
that I couldn't  see what he was doing to me, the damage he was causing

Blinded with sudden rage I grab the empty glass from my nightstand and smash it onto the floor
Still able to see fragments of my reflection in the pieces  I look at what I've become (a shell of the person I once was) and laugh

I was similar to the glass in so many ways now
Sturdy most of the time but in the right hands incredibly fragile
And once broken with all the missing microscopic shards the pieces aren't able to fit together perfectly anymore

My pieces don't fit together perfectly anymore
I'm not the same person I was before I met him

And if I keep allowing this to happen I never will be.

AN: Without a doubt dedicated to Nicholasscott for inspiring me to continue this :)))