What They Tell You
They’ll tell you, “It’s just a broken heart.
You’ll live.” They never told you that the shards
will cut deep into your bones,
will be carried by your bloodstream
and hurt every time you breathe.
They’ll tell you, “It’ll be okay one day.
You’ll see.” They never told you that day
is at the end of a winding stretch. That
that day will come only when
you agree to it. And you’re not
sure if you can.
They’ll tell you, “There are many fishes in the sea.
You’ll find another.” They won’t tell you
not to bother because he was it. Or that
he could have been,
if you had let him.
They’ll tell you, “How will you know,
if you don’t even try?” They won’t tell you
about the many aches that belie
that comes with goodbye.
They’ll tell you, “Love should be free.
You should be happy!” But they never see
the borders, the fences that a lover makes
from the steadfast decision to not break
the ties that bind a heart to a heart.
Or that freedom isn’t happy
when you are apart.
They’ll tell you, “Don’t think too much.
Just go with it.” You can’t tell them the bit
about your heart being so whole
the fear that comes with giving your all…
and not getting back.