bittersweet poetry ♡

love.

love is the most violent act.
loss is the last straw.

the one you love the most
is the one who hurts you more than any other.
and what are we, as humans,
supposed to do when our hearts are broken into a million pieces?

how do we pick them back up and mend the heart back together?
who are we to place the blame on our lover when we knew deep down that this was how it ended?

loss.
loss is the final straw,
the final chapter.

how strange is it that the ones we love are our biggest enemies?

love is only temporary.
but the scars are for forever.