Clutching my heart, trying to remove your grip from crushing my heart.
What is bleeding me dry is the wound you stabbed.
Watching my pain go numb, feeling too much for an emotionless heart.
What is killing me is my own love.
2024.11.20
Move on?
It's not that i can't, i just don't want to.
I can't help but treasure even the hurt you gave as if it is love.
I keep chosing this again and again,
To love you.