I don't think I will.
Will I ever heal?
You broke my heart.
I'm torn apart.
There is no peace in my mind.
thinking of you.
wakes my wounds
I don't think I will heal or recover.
Healing,
is far from me.
You played me like a football.
You destroyed the trust.
the bond,
All is gone.
I no longer see you here.
I see you there, with someone.
You tore me apart.
You promised to love me forever.
You moved on so quickly.
Just like that.
You left me empty.
Like an old cloth,
I'm ripped apart.
My heart bleeds.
Now I know
that I will never
feel the same again.
The pain of one-sided love
dealt with me.
I was in love alone.
but not with you.
Your heart was somewhere else.
with someone you secretly dated
What an insult to my being and my soul!
I'm silently screaming.
crying
I don't think I will heal.
from the ambush you've caused me.
from the trauma, the scars
My heart,
is locked for good.
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Gosh I've experienced this before and it hurt so bad. Sorry you went through it too 🥺 Sending you lots of love and hugs ❤️
The pain of one-side love. Enjoyed it.
This is so sad. Hope you sort things out. Take care.