Like the Vase

Like the Vase

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I remember hurting him and I remember him hurting me. See, I don't think anyone who fell in love with someone it didn't work out with ever really gets over it. I don't think we ever forget the heartache it caused in the end either. But I do believe that we won't remember the exact pain, possibly a fraction of it or maybe just the knowledge that we once were hurt. I also believe we move on if we don't continue to go back to the place that brought the pain. I like to think of our hearts like vases, easily broken but with enough time and patience can be pieced back together. Maybe not exactly as it was before but just as useful.
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falling in love is like falling in an endless pit, you dared to jump in the name of risking everything, you gave your all, and depend to the love you believed was there, and somehow, it is the time where a cold fragmented ground of isolation started to form beneath the so called endless pit, forming on the sacrifices you gave, the care you offer, the light you shine to the person you love. now the only thing that keeps you floating is him, keeping the gravity away from you, the gravity that held you to the feeling of falling deeper to the feeling of an imaginary float. then one day, you lost him, you lost the only thing that is holding you to place, without the gravity you fear. your back hit the ground, your heart shattered in a million pieces and punctured your lungs that you couldn't breathe, the gravity is too much that you can't move or stand, you stayed there and let it devour you, you became miserable, you let the sadness eat your rotten flesh until youre a forgotten fossils of a skeleton of a sunken city. -Remy Detera

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