I have a scar upon my chest from a night I can’t forget,

He watched me bleed and said, “Blame the demons within me “

For a moment, I thanked God that glass missed my face,

And God said, “You were not meant to be in this place.”

In shame, I bowed my head, feeling the same old pain,

For love, I gave a chance, and I have never been the same.

In a room full of beautiful women, I felt the lowest of all,

For I looked over his phone and I saw that he called another “beautiful,” and that made me feel small.

“Am I missing something?” I asked, “Why doesn’t he speak to me like that, with grace?”

Thus, were born my insecurities, seeking errors when I stare into the mirror.

How did I become afraid to walk away?

I did all things right, till I lost my mind’s light,

He will not tell you I was not always this crazy.

He will not say I tried and tried until my strength was spent,

But he will tell you of my sharp words, my stubbornness, a tale he tells his friends.

And those fools never question its root, I guess misery loves company

He is the living proof.

He wont tell you how hard I tried to fight for us, but where’s my break?

I will not speak of fights in public, nor broken promises shared,

Nor tell how my feelings turned to arguments whenever I expressed them.

But I will say, my first pure love was my first mistake,

Had I known the pain, I’d have chosen to jump infront of a moving train.

Loving him was pure suicide and I did it over and over again without fail

Now I look back and can’t believe what I allowed,

How could I not love myself enough to be proud?

Why did I try to fix a man I did not create?

In trying to fix him, I broke myself by fate.

Farewell to my faith in love, my heart mourns its loss,

He buried me alive, love was the cost.

I was not perfect; I caused some pain,

I spoke harsh words, threw a punch, my faults remain.

But I never let others mock him as he let them mock me,

In my wrongs, I admit, but I did not shame him, you see.

Now healed and free, in beauty I stand,

Thankful for the lessons, I understand.

I know how deep I can love, thank you for the lesson

He who comes after you, in pursuit of my heart,

Will find me somewhat scared , yet healed and strong.

He may see me cautious, slow to fall in love,

But in every way, I’ve grown and moved along.

I am not the woman I once was; I am an upgraded version,

The other day, someone said I seemed different, and he was right…

Love happens, hurt happens too…but we recuperate