My Wound, My Cure

We hurt each other in ways no one else could understand.

We fought. We broke. We cried. We said things we wished we hadn't. Yet after everything, we still found ourselves choosing each other.

I don't know if what we had was love, attachment, or simply a bond neither of us knew how to let go of. Maybe it was all of them. Maybe it was none.

All I know is that you were my greatest pain and somehow, the only person I wanted when I needed to heal.

Maybe some people become both the wound and the cure. Maybe some connections are meant to hurt before they teach us how to let go.

And if this is what loving you was supposed to feel like, then maybe I was never meant to know where the pain ended and the love began.

You hurt me in ways only you can heal.