New kind of heartbreak…

This kind of heartbreak was different..
it was raw.
Pure.
Like a butcher using its favourite knife..
you diced my heart into pieces
left me bleeding for the world to see.

This kind of pain is raw.
Pure.
The kind that I wear on my skin for people to Judge.
To laugh at..

“Silly girl,
how did that stupid heart of yours break so easily like that again?
he wasn’t ever real you know?”
and just like that
“I know”
I’d reply.

He was a ghost that left me haunted with the memory of him.

 

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