The problem never was or will be that you broke my heart. The problem is and will forever remain that I enjoyed the pain of when my heart got broken by you. The problem never was or will be that I don't know how to fix it. The problem is and always will be that I choose to live broken then healed.
The greatest setback is to blame you for my biggest problem, enjoying the pain you carved into my soul.
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Climbing Up Out Of The Ashes
PoetryA Poetry Collection About The Dark Side Of Falling In Love With The Wrong Person And Making Your Way Out Of The Fire...Breath by Breath...Exhaling The Smoke & Breathing In Fresh Air Again. #100poemsin100days challenge beginning August 21- November 2...
