Is it really better to have loved and lost, rather than to have never loved at all?
To love you has been a privilege.
Throughout everything it's always been you who picked up the pieces.
Even when you couldn't glue them back together, you tried and that's what means the most.
I came to the conclusion that I can't be fixed. I will always try, the cracks may fade and heal however I will always be left with the scars.
And to be honest I don't know what hurts the most, the fact that you helped to heal these scars or that your the one that caused them?
- Anonymous
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A Constant Poets Thoughts
شِعرI am constantly thinking poetically and finding meaning in the menial. I figured letting others read how I think might give insight to the world behind our own. Enjoy.
