break, broke, broken

av den 7. oktober 2013

You were my love, but also my curse. And you torn me apart and watched me try to pick myself back up together, and when I’d gathered everything but my strength, you turned to me and tore me up all over again.
And I did my best to get away from you, and when I did, I just wanted to get back, back to those arms that held me and yanked me. Made me suffer, and made me weak.
And then I felt sad, because I realized that once people are broken, in certain ways, they can’t ever be fixed. And this is never something they tell you when you’re young, and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older and see people around you break one by one. And you wonder when your turn will be, or if it’s already happened. And that maybe you’re broken now, right in the middle of it all. And I guess we will never know.

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