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»It Hurts«

by M CSB, November 16, 2018

It hurts,
So much that the pain has become too prominent to hide
Too unbearable to even forge a smile

I can literally feel the ruptures resulting from my heart break
I can hear the nerves ripping apart
What remains are ruins of what used to be my heart, a heart that used to love

Why do I easily let in and struggle to let go? Is there a need for me to live when a part of me just died?
I bleed everyday from the veins that once flowed with love. The compliments have stopped because the glow has vanished and been replaced by tears that form a path on my face.

They warned me, yes they did but how was I to know when he lay dormant like a volcano only to rise one day and take pieces of my heart with.

I will never fall in love again, I would rather fall asleep.

Written: November 2018
Tags: Emotions Sad

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