You mended my broken heart with just a
word.
Without even knowing it was broken. Without knowing that I was
broken.
You smiled at me, and inside, deep inside where no one is
ever allowed, I let you in.
You told me that in time, everything was
going to be okay.
And then I knew that I was capable of loving
someone again, because that's the moment I fell in love with you.
But it was never going to be enough.
Not for you, never for you.
You hated that I worshiped you; you never
wanted to be my god.
And then it began; the seed of hatred was sown.
And now looking back upon that first day, that first day when you
mended me and changed my world for the better, all I have are
regrets.
How quickly love can change into hate. And now I am broken
again, because we are broken.
And there is no one to mend me.