Three Broken Words

When you told me that you loved me, I believed you.

When you kissed me, it was as if every secret I ever had rolled off my tongue,

and you held onto them for me.

When you held me close you made me believe that your sweet touch was all I ever needed to be happy.

You made me feel safe.

You took a broken girl and put her back together.

Just to break her again.

When you left you took everything I had in me with you.

Without you I became just a mold in the shape of a human body.

I gave you everything and once you had enough of me you left.

You left me alone, with nothing, trying to figure out where things went wrong.

Trying to figure out what the hell had happened and what the hell I did to make you leave.

I gave you my heart and you shattered it into pieces.

I was young and naïve.

You knew that.

I am left with nothing, trying to figure out who I am without you.

Trying to put the pieces back together all alone, not knowing where each piece belongs,

And certainly missing a few, a few that you took with you when you left.

I should have never believed you when you told me those three words.

Those three words I have yet to say since the day you left

With tears rolling down my eyes you packed up your things and I begged and I pleaded,

Saying those three words, hoping you would stay.

You didn’t even look back.