You knew I wouldn't love you.
That I couldn't.
I can't open myself up to that kind of hurt again.
But you gave your love to me anyways.
And I hated you for it.
You made me hurt you over and over again,
And it tore me apart.
Having to hurt you like he hurt me so many times before.
How could you do it?
How could you bear the pain?
I guess your stronger than me.
Thinking of the way I crumbled when I felt the pain that you bear every time I tell you that I can't makes me feel weak.
I guess love can hurt me, even when it isn't my own.
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My Mind On Paper
PoetryA collection of poems written by me. These are for the heartbroken, the hopeless romantics, the lonely, and the people struggling with their mental health. Also, I try to add a nice picture to every chapter to take away from some deep-ness(?) of som...
