What happened to you when you laid yourself at the altar to kiss the feet of the undeserving men and women who walked all over your heart?
Did you crumble when your heart drowned in fragments of unrequited love?
Did you feel shame when society told you how to feel?
Was it guilt from the countless promises that you made?
Didn’t you swear to your God that this was the last time?
What made you search for love in the arms of broken lovers?
Did you think that you could mend parts of yourself with these shards of glass now stuck in your hands?
Or did you hear that hearts bleed and you wanted to wear yours on your sleeves?
What did you do to the world to be robbed of your smile?
Why do you let anyone waste your time?
Didn’t mother nature tell you that you’re a goddess molded by love?
A perfected melody that resides in everything?
Why do you doubt yourself when flowers bloom in the wilderness?
Did you forget that your tears carry the whispers of your prayers?
Why don’t you remember the healing touch of your caress?
When did your memories become a battleground?
How could you forget to carve bravery down your spine?
What happened to you when you laid yourself at the altar of the undeserving men and women who took pieces of you with them?