Broken

She needed love.She needed attention.

Attention only from one person. She begged for it. She lost herself in him.She shouted. She cried. She lost herself in the process. He left….

He left her in agony and in pain. It broke her heart into million small pieces. Days and months passed by but nothing was able to fill that void.

She found guys. Guys who like her. But they never like her for who she is.They call her hot.They wanted to do things to her. And love never made to that list. But she let them like her, for whatever it is they like.

She let them touch her body, even though she wished at least one of them to touch her soul the way he did.

And she hops, from one kiss to another. One body to another. And each time they touch her, they left her scarred. And she let them. Because at least somebody likes her for some temporary period.

They say “I love how you make me feel,” even though it is not remotely close to love. Because they want her, even if it is for one night.

And she lives along waiting for him.