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heartbreak
heartbreak waits for no one
it comes from no where
and shatters our world
we are left broken
hoping someone will put us back together again
my first heartbreak is a part of me
and will haunt me for the rest of my life
for the person I loved most, lost their self
and in their search for peace, they turned on me
they yelled and shouted
they acted as though everything was okay
they drank away their sorrows, their insides weren't the only things drowning
their youth was recaptured and solace was found in another's arms
when heartbreak strikes we ask ourselves
am I not enough?
what did I do wrong?
what could I have done differently?
but there is no real thing to be done
because things like this happen spontaneously without warning
ten years later
my heart is still broken
not from the lack of love of a partner
but from the lack of love of a mother
and now
as I sit in front of my bedroom vanity,
applying concealer to black bags from sleepless nights,
I tell myself
I am enough
I did nothing wrong
I was only a child and
I could not have done anything to heal my mothers heart
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When I wrote this peace, I need to vent, but I also needed to find peace and forgive. When I was eight years old my parents got divorced. My sister and I lived with my grandma and mom, while my dad lived a thousand miles away. It was horrible. So this was my way of finding peace with it all and myself.