these were the words she repeated in her head countlessly as she lay awake in the middle of the night.
how can she believe the words he said? how can she fall for the way he behaves?
it was all a lie. a cleverly formulated lie. a manipulative game that stabbed right through her chest when she knows she’s lost.
he knew what would get to her. he knew she plays it cool. he knew she would fall if he fooled her a little more. and so he did.
he left her a broken shell. not that she wasn’t broken to begin with. but her cracks were starting to mend, piece by piece – only for him to break it all again.
but he couldn’t take away the hope from her. her hopes of him coming back once he realised what he had done.
funnily though, he knew what he did. and there was no regret on his part. coming back was a choice, a choice he rather forgo.
so she’s all alone now. damaged, deranged, delirious. fragments of her laid all over the place, just like a broken glass.
will healing ever take its place? that was only if she still wanted her heart, already full of stitches and scars and wounds that she could only blame on her part.
the words that simply describe her now. this girl, you see…
she is me.