To The One Who Broke Me
Every day, it culminates to this. I am left with the remnants of the person I used to be, the person you helped create, the person you tore down with those very same hands.
Every day, it culminates to this. I am left with the remnants of the person I used to be, the person you helped create, the person you tore down with those very same hands.
And I wonder,
Will anyone else,
know your thoughts the way that I do?