My heart Is My Curse
**My heart Is My Curse** The problem is that I have a heart that breaks. It breaks because it gives a place to every person who claims to be special. It breaks because it feels too much. It breaks because it gives believes every lie that has been told with a beautiful smile. It breaks because it builds so many dreams based on that trust, those promise. And it breaks because it always gets too happy too soon. That's my curse. I can never pause and think what if the other person is playing a game. I can never warn myself that this my drown my soul into a black hole. I just float in the river of hope that "no, this time it's different." I go totally blind to all the subtle signs. I refuse to look back at my past lessons. I forget my tears, my scars. I believe that this will be different. I believe. I show my faith. I hope. I pray. And then, I fear. I shiver. I watch everything burn slowly to nothingness. I watch helplessly as history repeats itself. I curse myself again for being so stupid. I mourn another death of a forever, a true promise. I bury my self in its ashes. I give up on my smile. I distance myself from people. I lock myself up, once again, to scream, to cry, to heal. And all this for what? Only to be stupid, once again. This heart, this heart of mine, this damn heart is my curse. ✒ Clint Bling, My heart is my curse. #HeartTalk
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