Mended

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.

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