Chapter 150
Year 1
Broken.
My heart mourns for the grief laid at your feet
I take pity on the naive ness
What a blessing oblivious minds can be
Let's both decide where we go from here
Is there any future for us anymore?
The past seems to be too confusing for comfort
Too complicated without reason
Your heart broke too easily
Begging for a relationship and for love
The grief your father made you endure
All too familiar
Pain courses through as your childhood reflects
I settled that day
That week
Even those months
Love was foreign as it was hurtful
Take me back where I knew no hurt
Take me back before you broke me