Hurt
How can a lost love
that hurt our hearts so bad
compare to a knife in the back
that made our hearts so mad?
When just the reminder
of all the crosses you have bared
and all of the bridges
that you have burnt on a dare...
stay with you like
one long nightmare.
And you try to convince yourself
over and over again.
That the only one who can remove
that knife from where it has been
is the one who un carelessly put it there
that one who called himself friend.
And a heart was meant to be broken...
How can thy say it so easily?
Unless of course, they have never
had one broken like me.
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