Foretold Hurt
but is it worth it?
Sometimes, it’s not worth it, this ripping in two the parting from you pain so full and whole I might crumble, do you feel that pull? To question, to condemn, to yell at God, Why did it go wrong? What could I have done? This is too hard to hold, too much to unfold, union unmold I might explode I might implode This aching was foretold.
We all know the old adage: to have loved and lost is better to have never loved at all.
Is it though?
Really, is it better?
Tell me your thoughts. Leave a comment— I want your input :)
-Hunni B
This is an original, unpublished poem by Hunni Bloom.
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