Survival of the Strongest.

What did you expect when you saw him standing there, that first time. What did you expect when he told you that he cared.
What did you expect when you realized he was lying, slipping away.
That eventually he would leave, running scared.

What did you expect, when you realised it was over, what did you expect when he gave you back your heart.
What did you expect as you helplessly watched love walk out the front door,
when you saw your whole world being slowly and deliberately torn apart.

What did you expect when he tried to break you.
Over and over with the same disheartening set of words.
What did you expect when he took you for granted...
Calculatingly causing pain and hurt.

No, you didn't expect any of the events that unfolded.
Neither did you want him to come around.
What you expected was to feel a certain kind of strength knowing that somewhere hope would eventually be found.

You didn't expect to feel worthless, though you cant deny that it was there.
But I know that you're capable of so much more, that believing otherwise would be anything but fair.
I know what you've gone through.
I look at you and see the burden that you silently carry 'neath the vibrance in your eyes.
I know you didn't expect to be broken beyond repair,
but I expect you to, like you Always do...
...survive.