It gets better.
It hurt for a while, a good, long, aching while. It hurt so much I thought I would die, late one night last summer, months after you left, as I wrenched those last barbed pieces of you from my heart.
And now that they're gone, I have to remind myself that you ever existed at all.
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PoetryThis love was cast cruel, this love was not kind. But in all, she still loved him. For with him, love was blind. Poems for the damned. If I am to be hurt, then so must you. Copyright © TheFallOfArtemis