You taunted me with whispered confessions and broken promises, leaving me to stay up at night listening to your songs.
love, that's what you called me, so many times when I put my heart in to you. But that too you broke; along with your promises, along with my perception of what love really is. Does it exist? Is that what you showed me? If it was, then you broke me, stripping me bare, leaving me to stand naked in front of fractured mirrors at midnight trying to find answers in skin and hope in curves. And faith in myself because I learned to never put it in someone else. You didn't leave me whole but with a hole, a gaping wound for sparrows to fly through and for spiders to web in. I'll fill it though, fill this space in my chest with dreams for myself and love for my soul.