a poem about hurt
about going back when you know the hurt is there
going back not because things are going to change
because you know they aren't
but to make sure you don't want to get into it another time after.
please enjoy
Shattered Hearts, Rebuilt Love
She loved her, but she was never the one.
She waited, but she was never chosen.
And when everything fell apart, they were left to pick up the pieces-of love, of guilt, of something that had always been there, waiting.
But hearts don't break cleanly, and love doesn't always heal the way you expect.
Sometimes, you have to lose yourself to find what was meant to be.