Once and Then

Once and Then

The lovely piece of art isn’t mine. As much as I would like to mention who’s behind it, I have no idea who it is.


Once,
he made me feel
like I’m everything
in one body.

That I’m what
I want,
he wants,
and that’s enough.

But then,
he changed.

He made me feel
like I’m nothing
in one body.

That I’m what
I hate,
he hates,
and I’m never enough.

He broke me after
he had finished
fixing
me.

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