"How did we become so broken?
We fell in love;
And somewhere along the way, the people we love forgot to love us back."
- One Tree Hill
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It's always the break of morning; the hour that your absence evades my thoughts...
Thinking of you brings a feeling of emptiness.
The irony?
You were empty; not I...
I was the lover. I was the one who loved recklessly and unconditionally.
You...you felt nothing. Ever.
I was a lie.
My presence was a lie.
You used me...
& then you left me.
You left...
& I broke.
Shattered was my heart;
But we can't use tape or glue to fix our means of existence,
So I stay broken.
But I fake a smile, because everything is "okay"
But every night, at the break of morning, I feel the same as the day you left:
Broken.
Some are able to see past my fake smile; and
People ask me, "how did you get so broken?"
I say, "once, I loved this boy and he never chose to love me back."
