Broken

I remember the night you told me you were leaving. How you promised me it wasn’t my fault, but refused to give me any other reason. And I hope you know that after that night I never forgave myself. How I forgot what it meant to smile and love. That I never picked myself up and brushed off the shards of glass you left embedded in my heart. I hope you know how much you broke me. How I spend far too many nights staring at the ceiling, crying out for someone who never cared about me. That I no longer know what it is like to feel and to be honest. I remember that night more precisely than I ever wanted to. And I can’t tell you the number of times I have found myself crying on the bathroom floor. Because after you left, I no longer recognized the girl staring back at me. And that was the first time looking into the mirror broke me instead of it.