The day you broke my heart,

The day you choose yourself,

March 11th will be a day that I will remember next year on the calendar and every year after.

I’ll remember your scent on my shirt, I’ll remember the way you made me feel, the way I felt safe and untouchable from all. No harm could come to me in your arms, or so I thought. Little did I know that the only harm that would effect me would be by his hand. I was selfish , I wanted you to myself but you wanted someone else. You didn’t want me after they were gone. You wanted me but you had her.