There is a thin line between being happy and being satisfied. Crossing that line I worshipped you. With my inner soul, I made you the world that was enough to carry me. I now feel petrified thinking about how could I give myself to anyone. Without understanding that no love asks you to rewrite yourself.
Convincing myself to change as I was a misfit, I reversed everything I said. Solely roamed around the places that weren’t my own, I being the sun forgot to show that brightness that I displayed wasn’t of my own.
I do cry seeing myself in the mirror now, happy but destroyed. Where to go with broken pieces that make me nauseous. I ain’t the one you loved I know, I am the girl I once cared about and left her hanging thinking it was love.