Pain.
Hurt.
I think I’m afraid of it.
Afraid to feel so strongly for someone again because hell,
I know how it’ll end up.
Me, broken, bleeding on the ground
my heart ripped out and bloody on the floor.
That’s how it always ends, isn't it?
Suffering.
That unbearable ache in your chest that makes you wish you could rip your heart out.
If only it weren’t already torn to shreds
by the only person you trusted
to hold it together.
- torn apart