MESSY MIND

WAS and IS

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She was a woman of steel heart and feelings.

She had a voice of a marshmallow fresh from the hours-long heated tube of iron.

She was there whenever you needed her for her therapeutic touches and warm embraces.

She was ready for everything just for your sake, just for you.

That was when you came.

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Then, you left.

You left her.

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You left her as if she wasn't that beautiful.

You left her as if she didn't trust you that much.

You left her as if she wasn't enough.

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You left her as if it's been just some seconds since you knew each other.

You left her as if it's the easiest way to live your life.

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You left her as if you didn't tell her that you can't live without her.

You left her as if you didn't make a promise that you won't be the man she thought all the other men were.

You left her as if you didn't say she'll be the last and only one.

You left her as if you didn't make her believe that you'll treasure her.

You left her as if everything is a lie.

You left her as if everything is not love.

You just left her like that.

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You left the world you made with her, together with her dreams.

You left the puzzle you solved with her, stealing a piece.

You left the string you tied with her, together with the knot.

You left the promises you held with her, together with the pact.

You left the trust that you let her regain that kept her from her past.

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You ruined her trust.

You burnt her.

You broke her.

You left her.

That---wounded her.

Where're your words?

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She was burnt,

She was broken,

She was wounded,

She blamed herself---

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That

Was

Then.

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She is fragile when she met him.

He engulfs her with his big hand,

The hand that made her glued and whole again.

The breaks are now designed with golden glue and glitter.

Shimmering, the glitters lighten up her world.

Glistening, the glitters healed her left-deep wound.

She is now a masterpiece, rebuilt from scraps.

...

The one you made trash,

Is now a treasure that only he can have.

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