Hurt
After months
I finally found my place
It took me this long to realize
It hurts
But let it hurt
I finally found my place
It took me this long to realize
It hurts
But let it hurt
Grieving: Story II
I am learning again that if I like something or someone I don't need to own it. If I see a beautiful rose, I don't need to pluck it off. Even though I got led on to believe that it belonged to me. I ignored my intuition because of the sweet, enticing words of little substance. I kept holding onto the thorns of the rose that wasn't mine even if my hands were bleeding. I kept going back to see the rose day after day watering it and keeping it company but only to find out that it was plucked away by someone else I never knew. I am grieving for the fond memories and hurting for the excuses, lies and distance. It stains my love and betrays my soul. It left a hollow and empty hole in my heart. The change of heart and the rejection is, in a way similar to the death of a person you once knew They are no more even though they are still phsyically alive in this world. But the distance between your hearts and souls are greater than heaven and hell. I am all alone again like
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