Was I only a another conquest? Did you love me at all? Or was I only what you desired that once obtained lost its appeal? In a day you went from saying you couldn’t live without me to breaking up with me for someone else. I hate myself for letting you treat me this way. R.W.
You tore it.
Piece by piece you shredded it.
And no one can fix it.
No one wants to.
Because they look at what you made me.
A girl with permanent tears painted on her face.
I am now just an empty void.
There is no desire to want to love again.