Do Not Play With Me Please

I was dying, she left me on her shoulder and paraded me around as if I was a new trophy that had just been won. She believed she was fine, no she believed she was imperfectly perfect but the truth is she was quiet unstable to play with me, her, and herself. She fell multiple times over and over again, each guy different from the last but the same. She fell hard for him and he only proved her right and not wrong. And because of them I was left dying shrivled on her arm as she just wondered the world lost and confused.  But then she realized I could love again, this time, perfect than before. How? You ask, simple God showed her that through him she could still find Mr. Right, with time and patience and belief. It was as if I was new, reborn. Like was shown I was placed right back where I belonged and she was more powerful and her she was being fixed into perfection and through that process of prefection he found me and him found her. And over time he taught us both how to grow with love. And now we’re happy, all of us. 😊 Like I said happy.

---- Her Heart

Author's Note

So the heart is placed back onto her chest and he was his heart and him was the guy. Her was the girl as well as herself. But in me, her, and herself; "her" refers to the mind.