How come, that the restoration can be found where the chaos came? That you can actually rummage a remedy from the exact place that made you sick. ‘cos despite the cruel fact of how you’ve ruined me, how you’ve made me hate myself and how you’ve betrayed me even if, you, of all the people knew how much work I did to rebuilt myself, just to I find myself being smashed to the floor all over again - in fragments
Here I am still digging through debris of my entirety, still searching for the parts of me that’s still intact - untouched. And in my inquest to salvage what’s left with in.
Every path always leads me back to you.
And maybe that was just it. That no matter how broken I may be. Deep, deep with in. You are always be that part of me that’s still whole. My rightest wrong - the most beautiful kind of pain.
