Do you think you broke me first?
Do you not think I’ve been through this before?
At the hands of another man.
(If we can call him that)
Do you think you broke me the hardest?
Do you think this is the worst pain I’ve ever been put through?
No, I was 18 and three quarters.
Naïve heartbreak is always the worst,
the one you don’t see coming.
Do you think you cut the deepest?
Have you not seen my scars?
From those before you
who plunged the knife further than you’d ever go,
down to the bone.
Do you think you hold that badge for me?
First? Hardest? Deepest?
No.
There were others before.
And the worst thing about it? Is that you knew that already.
And you didn’t think to handle my heart more carefully?
Of course not.
But you were the one I expected more from.
That badge?
It’s always been yours.
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