How to Mend A Broken Woman

I remember when I needed you to love me. I was so lost then; a little girl, searching for a permanent home to call her own. I believed I’d be safe here with you, mistaken the brokenness in your eyes for love and tender care. And at that point, neither of us really knew any better. We were just trying to fit into the tiny pieces of a mismatched puzzle. Just two souls trying to love hard enough to fight away our worse nightmares. And so we fell… For each other, and for the illusion. We brought fourth life, believing that this might add to our “perfect picture.” After all, we wanted to believe in this love so bad. Shortly afterwards, our world of a fantasy began to collapse…not because we gave up on the dream, But because we never had the tools to make it a complete reality. Looking back now, I realize that we wanted something to work that simply never would. How could two souls enmeshed, only due to fear of letting go of a dream, truly mend the pain in each other’s hearts? How could two souls, broken and afraid, free each other of the burden of loneliness? So now, we’re here…learning to just be, one without the other. Learning to live without the clutch. Here we are, solo…but truly on our way to believing, To healing.