A crashing sound could be heard from upstairs, and at that moment Sam knew her favorite mirror had broken, there was no one home but her. Sam was in distraught because the sound had really startled her.

She immediately regained her composure and ran down stairs to find the mirror shattered into a million little pieces. Sam began to cry, after all this was her favorite mirror. Not because of how beautiful she appeared in the mirror, but because this mirror had went from generation to generation it was her families history.

Sam began to pick the shattered pieces up one by one, and with each pieces that was picked up the mirror started attaching one piece after thee other. Sam couldn’t believe her eyes it was some type of magic going on and she was frightened by what she had just observed.

Jay opened his mouth but the words wouldn’t form. In the back of his mind he kept hearing someone or something say “a pair of lips will say anything. The deceptive words he was so use to saying just wouldn’t roll of his tongue as they had once done so often.

Jay was puzzled he didn’t know what was going on, he didn’t understand why he couldn’t say what he knew Lanay wanted to hear. He didn’t understand why his words of deception were now just thoughts that he wish would flow out of his mouth like water.

Jay was furious because only the truths were said that day, and he never wanted to hurt Lanay, but for whatever reason the deceptive words wouldn’t come out. He told her many things but what hurt him the most was he told her he could never love her after she had cheated.

I can’t believe me of all people won the ticket to travel the world. I wonder what will it be like because I’ve been trapped in this small city since I was a little girl.

I am so excited, yet I am also scared. I’ve never been anywhere without my family being in close proximity to me. Who will I talk to? What will they act like? Hell, will I be able to even understand what they are really saying?

I’m so excited, yet I’m scared. What will I wear? What will the weather be like? After all I am traveling around the world and the world is a very big place filled with varieties of people, varieties of languages, varieties of climates, and let’s not forget varieties of great food.

I can’t help but to mention I’m so excited, yet I’m scared. When I return will they remember me? Will they care that I’ve gone alone to face the world? Will they miss me when I’m gone? I sure hope so because I most definitely will feel all alone, and I most definitely will miss them while I’m gone.

I’m so excited, yet I’m very scared because I don’t even know how long it takes to travel the world. How old will I be when I return? Will I be able to remember how and when this trip begun.

He held my hand as he took me through darkness. I felt pain, loneliness, emptiness, hate, and rage. I felt as if he were driving me insane. Taking me to dark places I had buried in my brain.

I wasn’t scared because I had been here before it was just like opening a door. A doorway that I had closed to mask the pain of all my secrets untold.

Each door that was opened told a different story but the thing is, the pictures that were represented didn’t depict the story that was being told.

He opened the next door and my heart went cold it was a memory I didn’t want to visit because it was the day my heart turned cold.

I got down on my knees and began to cry, because this was the day my love had died, I gave him my heart, my body, and soul only to be lied to for reasons untold.

How could the person the brings me joy be the same person that brings me pain, as I started to scream out why after why suddenly the door closed.

Why are you doing this to me you are so bold. He looked down at me and said “because you had to be told.”

There’s a bridge up north that connects two very different souls. One is old and one is young and youthful, but they need each other to function. They can’t live without each other because without the connection of that bridge they’re really just lost souls.

The bridge is the glue that holds them together. There are so many memories on that bridge. The love that was once shared, the bond that was made, but also the pain that was once endured. The Hatred in their hearts because one day a storm came and tore that bridge apart.

This bridge connects two hearts that thought they’d never be apart, but in the end when the bridge is destroyed they realized that everything was void, and no matter how many times they tried to walk that bridge again because of the storm they were always missing a part, so they weren’t able to connect that part. They would forever remain scorned at heart.

I loved him unconditionally but the feelings were never the same. I continued to allow him back and forth in my life even though each time it drove me insane.

Lie after lie I allowed him to abuse me mentally,verbally, sometimes even physically. Making me to look like the problem in everything but I knew all I did was try to love a man that was broken.

A man that had never been loved properly beginning from a child so how could I expect him to love me or anyone else for that matter if the issue was really his mom. A man that has mommy issue will always do harm to each and every woman that he hold in his arms.

Silly me knew he was broken but I continued to try to fix him, when the whole time I was breaking myself, should’ve been occupying my time doing something else. I was a safe place for him and in return he was mines too, but he like yo play games but I guess that’s just what dogs do.

I was loyal to a man that would down talk me the first chance that he got just to get some Twat, from one of the hood rats that he thought was hot. I did wifey shit just to turn around and be a sad bitch walking around with my head down low because he keeps playing me like I’m one of these hoes. But I guess it was all in vain.