Breath, don't cry, don't cry, don't cry.
Those words echoed in my head.
The shower water pouring down would not camouflage the pain in my heart.
They said, "Love leaves a scar, nevertheless it is not like I am special".
I kept words in my heart to try and mend this broken heart of mine.
After I lowered my panties for you.
Bare, for you.
Open for you.
Vulnerable for you.
Left me, feeling naked and disgusting.
Left to bend the broken pieces and insecurities.
Left, with memories of you, that invade my mind without permission.
Now I am left with faking smiles, triggered.
Miss you.
Or the idea and future I planned for us.
Your favorite song.
Favorite food.
What am I supposed to do with this information now?
Left me again stranded.
Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me.
We never learn, do we?
We could have been.
Nevertheless, I am not special after all.