Medicines to heartbreaks
Nostalgia took over me. As every tiny bit of my old, precious self, returned. The polaroid I held, was something so much more. All the flowers in it bloomed like my thoughts, and the sun's rays percolated through the cracks of my heart. The mirror right in front, reflected all my scars closer than they'd appear. And now, realization hit me. All these memories you've left behind, all these shattered pieces of my heart, and all these scars you've painted upon me, are the carvings of my beauty. They are the new and advanced me. The strong me. The better and the wiser me. Now I wish to thank, all these scars for being with me, even if you left me.