He was a collector of broken things
So there was no surprise when he chose me
In my reflection he saw a glimpse of himself
Thinking he might heal if he fixed me
I was blinded by love, but that's not why he picked me
He was trying to soothe his ego
Breaking my heart to make him whole
He was selfish , but I stayed
But that wasn't without consequence
My heart paid the price for being complacent
in a situation that was unhealthy
I'm sure he thought he loved me
But really , he loved that I was more broken
Heart still open
A reminder that there is always someone worst off
You can't fix you by breaking me
Or at least, that's what I thought.
-Taj
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