"I loved you", I whispered.
"I love you" he softly said, almost begging me to say something else.
I trusted him.
I had loved him.
I had given everything to him.
Then why was I not enough?
Why was our love not enough?
"Don't leave," He begged me. Grabbing my hands to stop me.
One look into his eyes was all it would take.
One small look at his regretful face was what it would take.
One tear from his eyes was all it would take.
One last "I love you" was all it would take.
A single word was all it would take.
But all he did was take, and I had nothing left to give.
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It Hurts
PoetryA poetic story of a girl whose heart broke and the aftermath of her sorrow. It gets better as you read. This is what I ,myself, thought heartbreak might feel like even though I have never experienced it before.
