Are You Happy Yet?

I was the brightest star in every room. My smile would reflect. My laugh would fill every corner. The fire in me roared without so much as a flicker. Then I met you. You didn't shatter me, no, you were quieter than that. Gentle in the way you tore me. Started at the edges and slowly, all so slowly, tore me to bits. First, you took my certainty, then my love, then my trust. Took them and wore them like they were yours. Took these things and then blamed me for losing them. That's why you left, right? You pulled my laughter until it sounded so strained it hurt. You put words in my mouth that made me sound like the monster. You turned my words, my laugh, and my smile against me until silence fit me better than joy ever did. You made my fire flicker until it was begging to just exist. Piece by small piece, you made a stranger out of me....and I let you...because you made me believe that love was supposed to hurt like that. Now I sit in those rooms I used to fill. The ones I used to light up, and I wonder, are you happy yet? Now that you’ve taken everything that made me feel like sunlight, now that my laugh lives somewhere I can’t quite reach anymore— does it feel like enough? Or do you miss the girl who lit up every room… before you taught her how to disappear? Before you tore her apart and then left because she was too many pieces for you to hold.