-Broken Up-
I know where my body belongs
But where does my heart?
It seems as if I have no home
For the dwelling of love.
Thought my love belonged to one
So true to himself and to me
It all ended so quickly
As if the stimulus was a bomb.
The slow transcending adaptation
For which I have to survive
Is something unbearable.
I’ve never lived alone before
Or without my best friend.
Yet now I stand on a hill
Of desperation
As I look down upon the people
Who has a worse life than I
I deserve no pity
I want no pity
From the people who I looked down upon
I request an understanding, though
That a life is a delicate and simple
If everyone knew that about me,
I’d be truly grateful to this beauty
Brought the to the Earth—we call love.
My heart might have died from it,
But I could see it all with him
The healing sensation grew stronger
As I gave up on hopeless wants
And focused on decent reams
With a light and presence most satisfying.
Who know the fate of my heart?
Certainly not he
As he took the knife that stabbed before
And reinserted it into my heart
No hate has been placed
Dedicated to the one who killed me again.
Instead, a temptation undefined
With the painful numbness
Replacing whatever happiness
Which dwelled in my soul.
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