once i fix me

ou didn’t just sing it, you felt it. The kind of realization that hits only after the sand castle has been kicked down. This is for the poets who know what it’s like to be a favorite toy, loved until you’re broken, then left on the shelf.

For the ones who spent their days as the queen of sand castles he destroyed. Now, you’re just busy putting the pieces back together while he watches from the sidelines.