The sweat, tears and confusion.
Letting my body be used for a quick fix.
Believing the hole would be patched up with a feeling of completeness.
A feeling of being empty on the inside.
"Come to me, Krystle." You said.
Let me wrap my arms around you.
And love you completely.
Let me void that hollowness.
For you are my child, my love.
And you are more than a one night stand.
You are my work of art. My creation. My masterpiece.
You are the reason I am who I am.
And I love you. Completely.
Let go, embrace me and just be.
My broken, beautiful girl.