He hurt her.
He didn't know that. It was just a game for him.
She was the one who's heart was aching, who was crying, who was shattering.
He didn't know, and possibly didn't care.
He did not love her, that was for sure. That's what he didn't want to let her be free. To let her feel better. To let her go.
But she did love him. That's why she didn't want to leave him alone when he held on to her.How can you move on from someone if they prevent you to?
It was like she was prohibited to move on.
She was prohibited to be happy again.
She was prohibited to mend her already feeble and destroyed heart.She would've stopped if she could, but you can't control your feelings.
She was helpless.
Helpless. Miserable. Broken.
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My Rants
PoetryThis book. Rants turned into poems. My thoughts, my insecurities, my stories. Vomits of words when I am too full of thoughts to keep it in. Might be relatable and merely interesting, that's for you to find out. Might be depressing (most probably...