You mended my broken heart with just a word.
Without even knowing it was broken. Without knowing that I was broken.
You smiled at me, and inside, deep inside where no one is ever allowed, I let you in.
You told me that in time, everything was going to be okay.
And then I knew that I was capable of loving someone again, because that's the moment I fell in love with you.
But it was never going to be enough. Not for you, never for you.
You hated that I worshiped you; you never wanted to be my god.
And then it began; the seed of hatred was sown.
And now looking back upon that first day, that first day when you mended me and changed my world for the better, all I have are regrets.
How quickly love can change into hate. And now I am broken again, because we are broken.
And there is no one to mend me.