You broke me.
I was a glass house into which
you threw stones...
And what was to be our happiness
ended up
hurting worse than broken bones.
This fear won't leave me alone.
See...
You have instilled in my heart, walls.
Walls that could take eons of time
to conquer.
To climb them, some would see as suicide.
You tore down my pride
and now I'm...
...afraid.
You broke my being into thousands of pieces
and
left me standing there still trying to piece together...
What was supposed to be forever
to you was just never going to be.
You scared me.
What do I do when someone leaves
my heart
tattered and torn?
Beaten and worn?
How do I stop being afraid
to give someone new
the repaired mess that you made?
It's hard to understand how someone could overlook
these scars
But even rich people buy used cars sometimes...
I try to let my fear release through these lines
in hopes that the crimes you made against my heart
can be acquitted with time served...
so I can know that my fears have
been reformed.
