The urge of
comforted
by the one who
hurts you the most.
Its the most confusing kind of pain,
wanting the very person who
broke you, to hold you.
You know they r the reason
you r hurting .. yet your heart
still runs to them
when it’s falling apart.
You crave their voice,
their touch, their reassurance
the same things that once
made you feel whole and
the same things that
left you in pieces.
It’s not love.
It’s the ache of memories,
the hope that they ll choose
you this time, the belief that
maybe .. just maybe
they can be your safe place
instead of your storm.
And maybe one day,
you’ll stop seeking comfort
from the person who
taught you what pain feels like,
and find peace in realizing
you were never meant to
be your own healing.