Broken Hearts Club

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The first time my heart was broken, it was by my mother
No 20-year-old should have to say goodbye
Not to their lifeline
She taught me what saying goodbye meant
How your heart never really heals
It just learns to live with the never-ending pain
Scar tissue develops around it
The injury will always be there, festering under the skin
Reminding you in the worst of times
Being alone is all you will ever truly know

My second heartbreak was my father
At 24, it was almost expected
Living without her was an impossible task
For me
For him
For us
The worst part is
I understand why he had to go
Why I was not enough to keep him here
Goodbye was the only option
My second heartbreak wasn’t preventable

My third was him
I know. I know I know I know
We were never going to work
Try as we might, our lives were too different
Pretend as we did, we didn’t want the same things
He didn’t want me
I wanted too much
It was a fateful…