She wears her pain like an accessory,
blending in so well you can barely see her misery.
She appears all put together, even though she’s broken apart.
It’s hard to see that someone stole the sleeve where she wore her heart.
She wore it there freely, her love an endless supply.
Until someone broke her down with betrayal and lies.
Anger and bitterness are her new secret friends.
To them she swears she’ll never love again.
She’s tired of hearing that time heals all wounds.
She smiles even though she wants to shout, “Did someone dig out your heart with a spoon?”
She may forgive, but she’ll never forget
Her pain makes her stronger, on that you can bet.