Is it wrong?

Is it Wrong to move forward?

Is it wrong, that while I was broken from within, I’ve let him help me put back the broken pieces together…

One by one, piece by piece…

Is it wrong that while I was willing to accept my lot in bad romance, I’ve felt my worth in myself through another?

Is it wrong that while I was crying, I allowed another to wiped every teardrop that welled off my cheeks?

Is it wrong that while I was busy looking for the wrong answers, another gave me all the right answers?

Is it wrong that I allowed him to fill every void of my emptiness? And  Uncover every deepest hurts and let it breathe…

Is it wrong that I allowed myself to lean on him~who was hurt, betrayed and taken for granted like myself?~

And wanting every pieces broken of him— healed.

Is it wrong that I found myself in him?

The shattered glass, the jumbled puzzle pieces, the unfinished book…

Is it wrong, to want him whole again?  To want me whole again?

To want US whole again.

Is it wrong?