A Broken Love Comments

When I’m afraid of loneliness, I tend to grasp onto the closest thing in my reach. I try to convince myself that maybe; just maybe, I need a little more time to heal from the broken love I once knew. And out of no where, all of a sudden, I feel that by forgiving and making up with the one’s who’ve tainted me, I can escape from the painful reality that I desperately need let them go.

My memories don’t hold what my heart knows is a lie. Yet the broken love still lingers to blind me from the truth of my pains and hardships. By holding onto that person, I feel that a second chance is easier on my heart than facing the truth that once the trust is gone they’ll never get it back. Even though I’m afraid of letting go, my conscious reveals what my heart must do. For deep in the corners of my soul, I feel love’s pain. The aches of despair flow through my back resulting in a cluster of spasms. The weakness of my intelligence submissively blocks my knowledge of unwillingness to strive to push past my strongholds.
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