_*I MISS THAT GIRL....*_
I miss that girl that wasn’t shattered by his silence Nor emptied by his absence,
I look at myself in the mirror with a few broken pieces of my heart in hand wondering what collage of a fake face will I make for him today. Excited? Or do I simply pretend to be happy? Do I even have the strength to pull off a smile anymore?
I miss that girl that didn't crave the gentleness in his voice, Nor the tenderness of his touch
For she was content in her own world. A world where he was nothing but a mare glare in the galaxy of her existence.
I miss that resilient and fearless soul who had everything under her control. But How do I heal a wound that’s still being cut? How do I outrun a knife that follows me wherever I go? I miss the girl I was before. The person i was before I fell in love with him.
PicCred by: Carla Ardito
Inspired by Esther Kabwe.
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