Shattered

I’m stuck in the broken pieces of us, struggling to find myself in the mess you left.  We became so intertwined that I can’t tell what was here before you showed up. It’s hard to sort out the pieces of myself when every shard looks the same. I’m trying to rid myself of anything that has to do with you but here I am, chipping away at myself for letting this happen. They tell you go pick up the pieces and rebuild but it’s hard when half the pieces are missing. I’m still working on rounding up the last bits. Looking at what I’ve built so far, I don’t even recognize myself. Maybe that’s for the best.