Yesterday I realized
That I will always hurt
A wound that will never heal
No
More like a scar that still aches
It will always be a part of me
But the scary part is
That I do not love you anymore
So by theory
It should not hurt me
But no matter how much I DON'T love you
There will always be the pain of realism
I am happy for you
I hope I can be happy for myself too
YOU ARE READING
Beautiful Enough To Frame
PoetryTwo years in the making. Two years of my life put into words. There is nothing more left to say.
