A Broken Heart
My heart still love him, my oppressor. Is it because of self-preservation why I love
him? Or Is it because I truly love him? I believe the latter is so, because I do not love
him of my own accord - God made me love him... the unlovable. But he does not love
me, even though, he ran after me. Why all that effort? I do not know. All I know he
is no longer chasing me; therefore, he stop loving me. Hence, my heart is broken.
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