With every heart break,
I tell myself I'll get better with time,
But the real me sits on the shelf,
While I present you a version of the girl who believed,
In your warmth
And tight embrace.
I look back at who I have become.
A sorry state of the girl I used to know.
Oh I'm perfect.
I fit the description you have set for me.
You broke my heart again,
With empty promises of change.
I sit here,
In the dark because the light burns me.
I've become accustomed to being the lie you taught me to be,
Made me,
All that's left is to mourn,
Cry out for the girl I used to be,
Whose body lies on the top shelf,
Gathering dust as I sit here,
In this darkness, wet from tears you poured out of me.
