He looked at me and I avoided his eyes. He reached for my hand and I dodged his touch. There had been a time when he had been my rock, my everything, but that was no longer the case. I’m a mess. His love for me wasn’t enough.
But didn’t I ask for his love? I did, when I couldn’t see who he was.
“Don’t”, I whispered. “Don’t touch me, you’re just trying to break me like you’ve broken everything else in your life.”
“Why would I need to do that?” he asked with no mercy. “You are already broken.”
But didn’t I ask for his love? I did, when I couldn’t see who he was.
“Don’t”, I whispered. “Don’t touch me, you’re just trying to break me like you’ve broken everything else in your life.”
“Why would I need to do that?” he asked with no mercy. “You are already broken.”