Oh how fickle the heart is

Oh how much it hurts the heart when you hear that a friend has betrayed you.
It honestly feels as though someone's shoved their own hand into my chest, grabbed my heart, and has turned it ever so slightly.
It causes a searing pain to shoot through my body and then it blinds me and holds me immobilized.
Then it taunts me whenever I see the betrayer.

What hurst the most is knowing that I cause another to have this pain. What's even worse is that I want the person who I hurt to forgive me when I can't even find it in my heart to forgive the person who hurt me.

Oh how fickle the heart is. It always wants what it can never have.