To be honest, I don't know how to start.
The feeling is killing us bit by bit from the inside. It eats us.
It makes you angry, angry at yourself for letting it happen to you.
You cry your eyeballs out or in my case you cry from the inside.
And suddenly you hate everything, you hate every happy thing.
You wanna be alone but then on the other hand you don't want to be.
You want to be cuddled, loved, be enough. but then you don't want any of that.
You say to yourself never let this happen to me ever again. but deep down you know that is an impossible promise you made yourself.
You will fall love again, you will find another.
And probably you'll get heartbroken again.
it is an endless circle, unbreakable one.
You can't prevent your heart from getting broken.
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Poetry
PoetryThoughts that flow like water in my mind are written down on a digitale device to let you be carried away. Call it poems, quotes. Call it what you want it to be called. See how people can think the same about something. Feel understood. Read them...
