Loving you has never been easy
Loving you is like holding a piece of glass on my hand
It keeps me bleeding, yet I have no courage to throw it away
Loving you is like being drunk on Friday night
It feels good for a while
Then I have to deal with the headache in the next morning
Loving you has always been a rollercoaster for me
It takes me to the highest level of my emotion
Then it drops me to the bottom with no warning
Loving you is a mixed of dark and bright, black and white
Loving you is painful
But being able to love you is all I want
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Broken Heart Journal
PoesíaJournal of a girl who is going through break up. While you're reading this story, please wish her a happy life and a stronger heart. Thank you.
