Why did I let him?
Enter into my unclothed heart without restraining order.
How could he?
Shatter my heart into unrecognizable pieces and strode all over it as he walked away.
Now what has become of me?
I'm empty, broken and relentlessly yearning to be filled maybe even by the wrong things.
Just when I decided to let my healing heart soar again; just as I begun to lay in the comfort which his throbbing love offered, he ripped me in half right down at my middle and watched my two sides lay adjacent.
He was my light, all of a sudden I fell at every attempt to walk. He was my all, now I feel stripped of my every clothing, maybe I shouldn't have let him have too much of me.
But why Love if your whole heart's not trapped in?
••Reflect on the last sentence.
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