“You see, you were my everything.
But I honestly don’t know what I was to you.”
Here I am again, picking up the pieces of my broken heart. Another harsh lesson I’m forced to swallow. You see, you were my everything. But I honestly don’t know what I was to you. A means to an end? A nobody that could take you somewhere? I’ve put together the pieces of this fragmented puzzle, and nothing fits together like it should. And that hurts more than I care to admit.
© Sarah Doughty
It’s not easy coming to terms
with the fact that you were
so eloquently deceived.