Why can't I hate you,
for the way you left,
for breaking me apart,
for the pain you caused?
Sometimes I want to scream,
to let the hurt consume me,
but a part of me still loves you,
still remembers the warmth we shared.
To hate you would mean
to hate the love we built,
imperfect as it was,
it mattered to me—
a treasure, a lesson,
shaping the depths of my heart,
showing me how deeply I could love,
even when it hurt.
You were a lesson,
one the universe intended,
to bring me here,
to this moment,
where all the hurt
equals all the happiness.
Every tear, every ache,
worth it,
for the strength I gained,
for the person I am today.
So I carry you,
not in hatred,
but in gratitude,
a reminder that love,
even when it falters,
can lead us to brighter days,
teaching us how to rise,
how to love again.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
