HEART-BREAKING

I never thought before; the heart can suffer from this kind of breaking.
The kind which runs out every butterfly living in my stomach by cutting the wings and leave them dying.

I never thought before; the heart can suffer from this kind of pain.
The kind which creates a nightmare everytime I am in my sleep, only to wake me up and watch me getting insane.

I never thought before; something can be so much matter that when it's gone, it leaves the gaping holes in my soul. Not those little cracks I could always mend. Nor the medium ones I could always fix.

How utterly wretched I am, facing the unclothed fear of my perfidious way
Keeping my self safe
by throwing you away
With no staring, not even a glance
Leaving your heart pierced with an exalted death's lance

Alas, why am I standing desolate on the shore?
With the tears raining on the waves
Alas, why does the pain soar?
as I plunge my heart ever deeper

Darling,
it is blatantly turquoise
but why am I feeling blue?
Why can’t I hear you too?

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