Naked and exposed.
This is how I felt when I told you my deepest secrets.
I thought it was second nature for you to hug and shelter me,
but instead you headed towards the door.
You left me locked inside, and took your key.
You never did turn back that day,
You departed down a road, into a different direction.
You decided at that defining moment,
you no longer wanted to be trapped.
You wanted to get out!
In the mindst of time, your body was weak,
I could see it because of the way you looked at me.
You fought it off, showing strength,
by not failing and succumbing to your emotions.
You showed your soul major devotion.
You knew you didn't deserve this hell!
My heartache, it swelled.
I wish I could turn back the time.
You'd be with me, in my arms.
I'd love you....
I'd show you...
I wouldn't only say it.
The debris in this room, is evidence that your heart
has been shattered.
As I clean up the damage, I can't help but reflect,
upon my behaviors of selfishness and neglect.
I repeat the words to myself,
"I love him.
I wish I could do it all over again."
It's too much...
the pain...
the debris...
my mind not being at ease.
I'd take any given moment to show him that our love is real.
But it's too late now because I'm responsible for breaking
its seal.
Sometimes we must undergo hardships, breakups, and narcissistic wounds, which shatter the flattering image that we had of ourselves, in order to discover two truths: that we are not who we thought we were; and that the loss of a cherished pleasure is not necessarily the loss of true happiness and well-being.
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