I'm too strong for that.
He's put me through too much
to let this
fall to
pieces.
I've picked them up before,
But this time they will stay in my hands,
Glowing like fireflies on a summer night
gently warming my
slightly damaged
heart.
I will paste them back together,
with glue made from memories
No more than the joyful ones
ones filled with
long, loving
words.
Does he even see my effort?
The time i put into the collage?
The tears i cry that wash away the glue,
eating it away
like sharp
acid.
I'm stronger now.
I won't back down
And with my strength
I will pull
us back
together.
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