It's weird
How you love and hate
At the same time
But you don't say
Because you can't define
what you're feeling
Because you're still healing
From the fact that you hate them
But you don't
And your confused
because you can't tell them
because they might go
and it might break your hope
So, you try to feel content
in what you have in your wake
but it doesn't remove the fact
that you were hurt too
they didn't hear it
but your ears heard it
through and through
the sound of when a heartbreak
when you fall into the pit
but you don't hit the ground
because you're still stuck in the center
just like you always were.
It hurts but you can't say that
Since you can't tell
When your heart breaks...
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PoetryAs I heard the whistle of the wind and the song of the wave as I listened to the tree burst into life the morning took over the night the moon gave in, as the sun rose to its power As I was called back as I stumbled on my way I made a place in my mi...
