It Hurts, But I'm Grateful

It hurts when you have to say goodbye to someone you thought you loved.
It hurts to say goodbye to someone you thought was your friend.

It hurts when you find out the truth about them, when you knew all along, but you just ignored it from day one.
How can you continue to lie to someone for years?............

Maybe it was just me, being blind.

I never knew how I would react when the real truth came out. And I guess it had to be from someone close, to take the binds from my eyes.

I knew all along, but because I saw the potential in you, I looked past your mistakes and loved you for you. You always complained that no one was faithful and loyal to you, but I was. And you see I said "was", because I can no longer be a part of your life or your lies.

You hurt me, but I guess that's why God allowed what He allowed and why He sheltered my heart. It had to be open enough to love you, but sheltered in so that you could not hurt me and forever I will be grateful.

Only perfect on the surface

The days have past and now I am single again. I made the choice to do what I wanted to do. I wasn't going to regret the choice that I made, as long as no one got seriously hurt. But unfortunately, I can't say that no one did. I ended up hurting myself in the end. The choice I made was out of hurt and now I can't go back and turn back the hands of time. I gave something to somone who had no clue of its value and now it's lost forver. You can't give your most valued treasure to a stranger because they won't know how to appreciate it.

I opened my heart to let a stranger in, who was full of lies wrapped in a plate of truth. Everything that came out of his mouth, could be compared to chicken not fully cooked, it looks so good and done until you bite in it and blood starts dripping out from the side of your mouth. He appeared to be perfect on the surface, but on the inside, he was full of deceit.

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There's this feeling on the inside of me. It's a mixture of hurt, anger, and nervousness. It's like a well of tears forming inside my heart, just waiting to burst from my eyes, and stream down my cheeks. I don't know why I feel this way, but I can't smile. I don't want to talk because I can't explain this feeling.