I don't know what we are.
I don't know what I want.
I don't know why I keep going back
when I swore I was done.
I don't know if he cares.
I don't know if I care that he doesn't.
I don't know why being held by him
feels safer than being alone.
I don't know how to stop.
I don't know if I even want to.
All I know is—
I'm tired.
I'm aching.
And pretending I'm fine
is getting too heavy.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoesíaA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
