Broken promises, broken words, lies, the assaults that changed my innocence, the heartbreak of death, the disappointment of love, the expectation of respect and reciprocity. Trying to make sense of what i was told and that it’s my fault it didn’t pan out. (Even if eye didn’t know how) The brokenness the keeps me up as i should rest the beautifulness of my heart.
Every lie every pain everything that changes. It created me. My beautiful broken self carrying pieces that cut. I hold it, kiss it, caress it and pray for my beautiful brokenness and all she strives to be
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