From Our Readers: To the One Collecting Hearts Only To Break Them

I used to be the girl who break hearts, but suddenly you came and made me vulnerable. With your gaze, you found my kryptonite and you know it's you. I tried to be strong to fight the feeling that's rushing through my spine and trying to calm my insides, but with one smile I exploded.

I hate you, I hate you for being the person I've always wanted. You like the idea of me feeling giddy whenever you smile like holding my heart in your hand having the capability of breaking it any time you want. My heart went in your imaginary trophy case where you keep the hearts you broke, proud of what you did.

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