I struggle,

to make sense of something I cannot make any sense of.

I don’t understand what happened,

not really.

 Someone else stepped into your skin.

Stole the softness of your smile, and the love in your eyes

and I became less than.

Like plucking the petals of a daisy,

‘ loves me, loves me not.’

Never knowing which, from moment to moment…

until all the petals were gone.

Confetti of a marriage,

or maybe just a lie that held nothing sacred for you.

The new you,

 the thief that came in the night

to blow my heart apart.

How can I put it back together

when I don’t know anymore where the pieces fit.

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About Elizabeth

I am a Teacher/Family Educator, 'would be farmer', potter, Jill of all trades! friend to all........woman of Faith, who loves to write 'spillings' from her heart in the hope of helping another.

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