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You serve your heart to them on a platter once again, hoping they've changed, but the only thing that changes is the way they choose to crush your heart. The method changes, but the pain remains.
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For my mother,
My heart is a flower at your feet.
๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฌ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ ๐ง๐ฐ๐ณ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ช๐ฏ๐จ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ๐ธ๐ข๐บ๐ด ๐ญ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฆ, ๐ฆ๐ท๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ข๐ต ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ธ๐ฐ๐ณ๐ด๐ต.
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You said you loved me,
but you did nothing
to make me stay.
I told you what
others did to my heart,
and you left me feeling
exactly the same way.
but my heart remembers everything you did to me. All because I loved you. All because I believed, for once, someone wouldn't choose to break my heart. But it's been long since I've been sad, months since I've cried on the bathroom floor.
When I needed you the most, you left me alone with my fears and ghosts. I'm sorry, but I'm not angelic enough to mind seeing you in pain. This is what you deserve. This is all you've gained.