She told me she loved me.
I believed her.
She told me I was beautiful.
I believed her.
She told me “leaving is no longer an option.”
I believed her.
I told her I could not live without her.
She didn’t believe me.
She told me she loved me.
I believed her.
She told me I was beautiful.
I believed her.
She told me “leaving is no longer an option.”
I believed her.
I told her I could not live without her.
She didn’t believe me.
part-broken, part-whole 