Broken Bones
Should the story end?
It is both a blessing and a curse to feel everything so deeply
I curse my own heart for caring even when I know better
I've seen people's true colors; I've been disappointed and hurt by the same ones over and over again
And I still can't bring myself to let go
Toyed with, manipulated, and thrown away
Break my bones, why don't you?
It would heal over time, it would never be the same again and it would ache every time it gets cold, but it would hurt less than what you do to my heart
Unappreciated, mistreated, unrequited
What am I even doing?
I already know how this ends
I've been here before
Last time it almost ended for good
Maybe this time it will
About the Creator
Mercedes Chavez
Come with me, lets go on an adventure together, see the world through my eyes, let me paint a picture with my words, I promise you will be able to feel what I felt the first time I experienced it. Love, sadness and everything in between.
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