I can take no more.
No smiles,
No laughs,
Nothing fake.
Nothing more than this.
I’m tired, and it’s starting to drain
At the part of me that
Still tries to feel.
It hurts the most,
It hurts so much–
Is there a light
At the end of the tunnel?
Is there a way out of here?
A way to make
My heart beat again?
I can take no more–
So stop making me love you.
Stop making me put up
With the same pain
Again and again.
Stop playing with me.
It hurts the most,
Before it gets better.
It hurts the most
But then it improves.
It hurts the most
When you start to smile,
And hurts the least
When you start to cry.
It hurts the most
When I realize I’m bitter,
And hurts a lot less
When I realize I’m better.
Hurt I am,
But better I will be.
Broken I am,
But stronger I will be.
It hurts the most,
But that’s the weakness dying.
That’s the part of you that still feels
Burning up inside.
It hurts the most,
But then you can smile–
It hurts so much less,
When you smile; while others cry.
When others cry,
It’s okay to be strong
And comfort them.
It’s okay to admit it doesn’t hurt at all.
After all this time,
I’m still in love.
Several months.
Near-breakups.
Fights.
Mistakes, on both sides.
It hurts.
It hurts, but it doesn’t.
The pain–fades.
It’s easy, when you’ve
Figured out
How not to care.
How to let the memories
Fade
And be okay alone.
Be okay alone, when the one you
Love
Is with another.
It’s easy to love,
When you pretend
You no longer care.
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