Trying to stop caring about you has made me so f’ing miserable! I feel stupid because I can’t stop loving someone who hurt me like you did. Realizing I have no control over my heart, finally I’ve given up. It’ll heal when it does. Till then I must endure this love. J.S.

Love couldn’t be moved by circumstance,
poor choices, or even blatant lies;
skewed and damaged, yes,
but the heart couldn’t deny
what it wanted most once the desire was planted.
Whether in bliss or affliction, love owned you all the same.
From “The Tragedy of Knowledge” by Rachael Wade