It’s so hard to understand the ease
with which your eyes can see
what I myself cannot.
It’s so hard to understand the need
that lives in your hands
as you try to solve
the puzzle of my naked body.
It’s so hard to understand the reasons
why you say it’s me and no one else,
when it has never really been me—
it’s always been someone else.
It’s so hard to understand the way
you love me,
because the trauma of a broken heart,
a bruised heart,
cannot be healed overnight.
And none of this is your fault,
but it is your fault
for making me believe
that a shattered heart can love again.
I’ve cut myself enough on the pieces…
I can’t do it one more time.
Oct 11, 2025
Oct 11, 2025 at 12:49 AM UTC
It’s so hard to understand the ease
with which your eyes can see
what I myself cannot.
It’s so hard to understand the need
that lives in your hands
as you try to solve
the puzzle of my naked body.
It’s so hard to understand the reasons
why you say it’s me and no one else,
when it has never really been me—
it’s always been someone else.
It’s so hard to understand the way
you love me,
because the trauma of a broken heart,
a bruised heart,
cannot be healed overnight.
And none of this is your fault,
but it is your fault
for making me believe
that a shattered heart can love again.
I’ve cut myself enough on the pieces…
I can’t do it one more time.
I'm in love, once more, and truly scared about it
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