This Isn’t The Life I Wanted

But it’s the only one I’m getting now

Photo by British Library on Unsplash

I will never be complete
You took it all away — everything
I try to pick up the pieces, but they’re too fragmented
You left my heart speechless; my words still get lost like secrets
I try to stand on my two feet, But I feel bulimic
Weakness disseminates to my knees
Every day, I fall back into tiny pieces
What’s left of our lives is over
There’s no…