I miss you

You'd think that wouldn't you

Think you'd break me just by dumping me

Think I'd leave torn and empty

You're right

I was empty

I felt broken and torn

But you can never break me

Your actions may make me cry

Make me cry out for the sweet release of death

And I may feel that my heart shattered into thousands of pieces

But like the Japanese with Kintsukuroi

I will seal my heart with gold making it stronger

I will get back up and pull the knife out of my back

Use it to scrape off the disease you left on my heart

I sat alone sad and broken

From the ex before you

As you walked up and said “Are you okay?”

But this cycle will not continue

Because next time I'm alone

I won't be sad or broken so I can say

Yes thanks to my DEAR EX