Pieces Pt. 2

One year has passed, 

This brokenness plastered on my face. 

Finally, the closure came. 

I am no longer theirs, 

The hold they have upon me is no longer existent. 

This heart of mine still lays in shards. 

Over and over again, this dreadful pain. 

The third time I am in need of repairing. 

When will this ever end? 

The love I had was never meant to be a sign of weakness. 

Yet, that is exactly what it has been mistaken for. 

Never in a million years would I wish upon them the pain they’ve inflicted upon me. 

Yes, this face of mine is tainted with despair and tears, 

But I can handle it.

I have before and I will do so again. 

This is the price of loving someone who only loves themselves. 

Heartbreak forged in delusions.

I gave them my all, 

Everything which was left of me was now theirs. 

Willingly I’d given it all up.

And for what? 

This deceit? 

This immeasurable amount of unimportance? 

What’s left is now a void of uncertainty.

I must rebuild. 

This broken body of mine shall no longer be in agony.

Was I ever loved by them?

Once, just once,

Did they ever mean those three words?

Eight letters which held me to my ground.

Eight letters which were first said by me in pure truth.

Did they care?

Of course not.

I’d been the game on their shelf,

Used only in a time of boredom.

A worthless game meant to be played.