I had to fix me!
Not you! Me
How's that fair? That you broke me yet I was the one who had to do the healing and fixing.
Do you think I wanted that? No I didn't I was so fucking broken I'm still fucking broken and i don't know how to fix me. It feels like I'm slowly building the pieces and right as I'm about to get it someone steals a piece I'm a puzzle. A puzzle you made impossible to complete because you broke this puzzle and I'm not okay and I have had to fix myself.
YOU ARE READING
Somewhere
PoetryWe're all creating different stories that end the same, don't regret yours. Please do not steal or take my work as your own. I would leave to hear feedback!
