I used to think I was afraid of commitment,
but when it comes to you… we go strong.
Some might even say we locked in.
And I hate that, heartbreak.
I hate how you keep finding your way back to me
like you got a master key to every lock I own.
I hate how you sit in my chest,
just waiting for your moment
to drop to my stomach.
I tried to outgrow you, heartbreak.
I tried to heal past you—
I even tried to find a replacement for you.
I found love…
at least I thought I did.
And love was good to me.
She was sweet to me,
treated me better than you ever did.
For once… I was happy.
I even bought her a ring, heartbreak…
…you would’ve been proud.
But you saw every moment, didn’t you?
Because love…
turned out to be you in disguise.
You just changed your name on me,
softened your touch,
made me feel safe enough
to forget what you felt like.
You learned patience this time,
learned how to smile in my face
before breaking me slower.
And I fell for it…
every single time.
Guess I never really left you, heartbreak—
I just met you in a different form.
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