You broke me
Shattered me into a million pieces
And scattered them across the floor
I was hoping we could start fresh
But the scotch tape wouldn’t hold
There’s so much more I could do with my life
Just forget it ever happened
Why isn’t there a procedure
To fix a broken heart
I wanted to enjoy the ride
I never thought we were til death do us part
I just never thought it would happen like this
With me twirling in the wind
While you’re the one moving on
I can’t keep punishing me for your mistakes
It’s time I forgive and forget
But how can I forgive what I can’t forget
I needed to prove them all wrong
I stayed too long
I think I’m done
We can never be there again
The Band Aid won’t hold
So I guess it’s time to let you go
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Nailah Robinson
Author, Mother, Wife, Sister, Daughter, Cousin, Daughter In Law, Sister In Law, Friend, Grand Daughter, Niece, Teacher, and Student. I am so many things to so many people, but in the end, I'm just Nailah.
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