My heart in your hands

January 20, 2018

A letter to My person

I chose you to be my person

Without even thinking I knew you were the one

I tried to stop it

Tried to protect my heart from what I knew eventually would happened

But out of the blue

What I failed to see

Was you didn't choose me

I was just the friend to keep your ego warm

but we can never be friends

Not again

Not after the way you watched her

like she was everything you had been waiting for

When in reality you were barely an option to play

I was willing to fight for you

But you wanted me to compete for your love

It was a vicious cycle of unrequited love and filing space

After everything

I don't regret loving you

Even if loving you tore my heart into so many pieces

I regret letting you walk away with pieces of my heart in your hands

But this is just a story about a girl that moves on with pieces of her heart

Pretending she's still carrying the whole thing

forever

with love

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