swimspotter

This morning I watched 
as someone I love broke their heart. 

Over and over, 
I watched them wander through the secret streets of Paris, 
clumsily holding their heart in their hands. 

In the mirror, I see fragments 
of you staring back at me, 
but I refuse to let your shadow 
define the woman I've become. 

Your voice echoes in my mind, 
reminders of the wounds you inflicted,