I have been broken since you left.
Maybe I’m fine being shards of myself.
At least, I tried to pick myself up
Piece by piece.
But I was so broken that I can’t figure where to start.
I thought it would be easy.
I thought I could forget.
But the more I tried, the more I lam loosing.
All what left was nuisance.
I felt like I was fading.
I felt like a tree losing all my leaves on the spring.
I wonder if I could mend.
I’m loosing my mind.
Maybe I’m scared to be whole again.