My heart is shattered

There are no more pieces for you to find

They have all been crushed under your feet

As my dreams fell to the floor

You whisper in my ear

I don't you love you anymore

Along with the shards of my remains

I am broken..

Arctic ice
scorching  fire
blustery  wind
roaring  ­waves
coarse sand
waterlogged land

it seems like the nature
can fathom my consciousness
because the feeling is as mutual
as the hitch.

Today,
We                                                     are                                                             like
                       these                                                     words
apart                                              discrete­                                                   isolated

and the only thing that we can bring each other back
is to eliminate the spaces in between.

I wish I lived in a world without heartache, again.
this isn’t some wish that love conquered all,
or that pain didn’t persist,
but a plea to whatever gods exist
to help me forget the last two years,
replace loss with wonder
a hope that I’ll be loved
and an inability to comprehend  heartache

Before her I thought the term was poetic
I thought it spoke of pain and lost love
that it was a symbol of what happens when something beautiful has ended
I didn’t realize it was an actual feeling
Being stabbed is sudden and sharp,
being shot is quick and violent
but being broken?
its unique, because it shouldn’t actually hurt
emotions aren’t supposed to hurt.

No one prepares you for the reality of a broken heart.
No one says it feels like your heart is trying to fall down your chest
all the while being twisted and pulled apart at the seams
and it seems that the pulling is forcing each beat
to last just a little too long
as it pushes your heart
a little too out of place, out of place, out of place
until it’s no longer your heart that hurts, it's your chest
each tear that falls deadens the weight
until there’s naught in your heart but a hollow filled with remorse.

Hardened hearts.
they didn’t tell us that it actually felt like stones.
someone must have stolen my soul
because it was never this heavy
and it’s sometimes worse than the breaking
breaking can be fixed
but you’re not sure anything can replace the thing that sits
on the rubble of what was once a heart.

Would we love knowing that the first crack splits into a thousand shards at the end?
That love never ends in just unhappiness, but misery?
Maybe not, but still,
someone should have told us.

i dont want to be a detective,
i dont want to feel like a spy,
i dont want to wonder, if everything
youre telling me is a lie.
i dont want to break down, i dont want to cry.
i just want to silence all of the screaming inside.

ive been betrayed,
im so dismayed, from all of the carelesness and rage
that you so selfishly display,
and all of the games that you play.
i am not the monster, not the vilan that you portray, me as.
youre not the victem, its just the price you have to pay,
for breaking me into pieces and asking me to stay.
its not my fault that i cant believe a single word you say.
our fairytale has become a living hell, it's your fault that we've become this way.

In the rainy dark night,
Two hearts having fight,

In the silence of the night.
Their heartbeats screaming more than thunderstorms.

Remembering their first kiss
In season's first rain.
Smelling each other and kissing away each other's pain.

Remembering the long drives,
And dancing together,
Getting closer and closer to each other.

Remembering the nights,
They spent holding each other,
Reminiscing promises broken one after another.

Remembering the day,
They last met,
The date Feb 14 and the year was '08.

In their eyes, there is love,
And some tears,
Will they meet again? Like some fears.

They were meant to be,
But now it's clear,
They have to leave and live their fear.

As the raindrops became dry,
They were meant to say goodbye.