The Torment of You

broken20heart1Do you know what it is like to kill love? I do. After you broke my heart I prayed over and over to stop loving you and asked to die in the process. Eventually came freedom from the torment of you. I am still alive and my heart has finally dried out from the grief you left me in.


I thought when love for you died,
I should die.
It’s dead.
Alone, most strangely, I live on.
Rupert Brooke

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