Broken For Good It was magical at first, the laughter and the kisses and the feeling of acceptance. I was lost hopelessly in love with you in a hypnotising trance. We would spend hours seeing each other, then talking on the phone, our whatsapp history is a novel in itself truly unique in humorous tone. It was perfect, we were at peace, at heart and in harmony. You said I would make you all wrinkly because of smiling because I was really funny. We spent each moment knowing we would one day marry, to love each other forever and ever. I laugh to myself in a psychotic manner at how those dreams crumbled forever. It was too perfect, we were way to happy, we couldn't even watch a Disney film without feeling sappy. I wrote romantic #poems to make you smile as you always said it was the smallest gestures that meant the most. Now look at me writing this like a heartbroken ghost. I feel empty without you despite you crushing my soul, how could you even think for one second I wasn't fulfilling a partners role? How can I quietly listen but stay so quiet as if I don't care? Really? How on earth is that remark remotely fair? You threw away our future because of your low self esteem and troubled #life. How many times have you tried to break up with me saying its you and that you cause me strife? Yet, it's me that doesn't listen, its me that doesn't want to commit, its me that doesn't love you or want to marry you? You selfish and troubled bitch I would have loved you no matter what. Now you have torn me to pieces that sadness is going and the anger wants you to rot. You threw it all away just because of your irrational fear and lack of trust in me. I never made you feel your not worthy, I never tried to hurt you, I could never lie to you. It wasn't enough, it was my heart you threw. You aren't the victim, you just like to live your #life as one. I'm not like you, I no longer run. The saddest part is I would take you back in a heartbeat but you would always want to be in the driving seat. Waiting to crash and burn. No, I won't let you and I will move on in time, and this thing called Opus I guess helps the healing using rhyme