Breathing hurts.
Chasing hurts.
Staying hurts.
Loving hurts.

But not breathing isn’t peace.
Not chasing feels like grief.
Not staying feels like regret.
Not loving feels like loneliness.

Leaving hurts.
Trusting hurts.
Betrayal hurts.
Letting go hurts.

But not leaving is being stuck.
Not trusting is isolating.
Betrayal means you once believed.
And not letting go, that hurts the most.

The Blunt Siren