happens when my loved ones have hurted me to the core. When they have given me blisters on my heart which can't be cure. And when all that tolerance in me gives up,I leave. And they say that I broke their heart. So I want to just smile and feel the illicit happiness because I broke their heart after getting blisters on mine.— % & Welcome to the day 6 of #NaPoWriMo or the National Poetry Writing Month i.e April. In today's #poemtime, collab and write a poem titled The Illicit #happinessofbreakingaheart #YourQuoteAndMine Collaborating with YourQuote Baba