Hurting Happy

It was always hurting something;

Tainting day dreams of the perfect ever after. 

Only realizing we love who we love 

When we love who we love 

In the places we were when we are. 

When it breaks, like your heart splits

Into pieces you do not recognize 

Shredding layers that induce painful growth;

Pushing past those no longer suiting nor fitting; 

The things that you realize 

Never really made you happy. 

Published by Ms. Selective

Traveling Gypse with a Heartfelt Spirit.

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