"Attached. The word I heard so often but dreaded hearing. "He wouldn't keep going back to her if he wasn't attached to her." "He's attached to her because she's fucked him over so many times." Why does this happen? Why do we get attached to those we most shouldn't? Shouldn't we be attached to the ones that actually care about us? The ones that pour their hearts and souls into us? I know we don't have a choice. We always get attached to those we know we shouldn't. And there's only two ways to become unattached. You either step up, and tell them that you no longer want to see them. You let yourself slowly drift apart from the person you thought you needed most. Or, you fall in love. With someone who would never hurt your broken soul, because they themselves have been attached, and one way or another, they became unattached. They know what it is like to give your light to someone who takes it willingly and traps it in a dark box. They only hope to set your light free, and help it grow brighter alongside their own. They do not wish to become attached, because they don't want their happiness to depend on one person. They wish to become a free soul, living among your company."
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realities of a broken soul | poetry
PoetryA collection of my private, most cherished poems. authors note: certain poems talk in relation to self harm or depression, including mentions of suicide. such poems are marked with an "(x)" in the chapter title.
