How does one mend a broken egg? I once felt as fragile as an egg in your embrace, yet you allowed me to spill and shatter. Now you return, seeking to mend what you broke, to crush the shells into dust. Broken by the very person I turned to in moments of need and pain, the one I believed would always support me. But I no longer feel safe in your arms, nor do I trust you; your presence fills me with dread. The thought of a future with you is my greatest fear, my darkest nightmare. To a soul unwilling to forgive, unable to forget, harboring grudges and constantly dredging up my past, I seek solace. My heart already bears scars, and enduring this torment only worsens it. I crave peace in my heart, I cannot endure this cycle any longer...
©mercyada
N