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Broken. The word brings to mind

Images of shards,

Scattered across the floor, or the ground.

The word brings to mind

Frayed threads of a once-thriving connection.

It doesn't make one think of the time when the connection was thriving,

Or of the wholeness that the object once possessed.

Of course not.

That's not what broken means.

Anything can break.

(Shatter, crumble)

But not everything can be put back together.

Hearts are like this.

Because redemption (relief, absolution) is given only to a few.

Because the strength to let go is given only to a few

Let go

Why hold on to something
When it hurts to hold on? Why not
Just let go? Give up?

Why should something be allowed
To push a jagged serrated knife
Deeper into you? Why should you bleed
When you're innocent?

Innocent? Perhaps; perhaps not.

Did he want you to fall in love with him?

Your pain is his guilt; it eats at him too.

You're not the only sufferer.
You never were.

You hold on (never let him go)
Beacause this pain means something,
Doesn't it? The something that hurts you
Isn't just a something;
It's your everything.

He's your everything,
And letting go of him
Is to let go of your friend
(Of your love, of your heart)

You bleed, you chafe, you cry silent tears;
But you never let go of the feeling:
Because letting go hurts so much more than holding on.

Because you lose so much more than just a love.