Broken

Before I was broken, I was cheerful and I smiled.

Smiles that caused my eyes to crinkle and sparkle with delight.

Smiling feels unnatural now. I do it when it’s polite.

I found humor and laughed at life.

Happy tears that spilled from my eyes until my cheeks were wet.

Nothing is funny now that I’m eternally upset.

I had close friends.

Those who I still love and adore.

I’ve pushed them so far away that they can’t catch me anymore.

I loved myself and the way I lived my life.

I tried my best to be gentle, kind, and sweet.

Those virtues were beaten down and are now obsolete.

Before I was broken, I didn’t know you.

I cherished life, and I was a far better person then, too.

Now my days are filled with tissues and tears and dreams of you.

While you loved me, I didn’t know it was all a lie.

Our future seemed magical and filled with love and hope.

I didn’t know you set me on an impossible slope.

When you broke me, you broke every piece of me.

Since I’ve been broken, I don’t know any other way to be.

So here I am. Broken. It’s the only thing I can see.