I once knew a girl with a giant heart
Beautiful, sweet and awful smart
But far too kind and too naive
To give so much, and not receive

She would smile and satisfy
but at night, she would cry
She would sacrifice in secrecy
and weep in secret frequently

But in our eyes, she was blessed
So we didn't see her one request
Her scream of help wasn't heard
And gone, she was like a manakin bird.

Your head was on my shoulder
as we spoke about our dreams
to marry when we grew older
as a part of our schemes.

We would laugh and we would smile.
We were the happiest couple for a while.

Were we in love? No doubt.
But we were young and alive.
Our love was like a sprout
that could barely survive.

We wouldn't see the truth, the reality.
We were a couple, weren't we?

But when I left in 7th grade
I left a lot of things behind.
And sorry I was too afraid.
I caged words inside my mind

We parted on the beach. A final goodbye.
We no longer existed. We became you and I.

A young love, a first love.
It felt so true or sort of.
I felt safe, I felt secure.
You and I were too Immature.

And after many years I still wonder why?
you and I accepted that painful goodbye.

Your first night without her
is always the hardest.
You turn to find the place she used to lay,
the outline of her body in your sheets,
yet somehow all you find now is emptiness.
To deal with heartbreak
you must cry.
You must cry into your pillow
or weep at the moon.
You must scream until
the pain has left your chest
right in the place
where love used to be.
You must run barefoot
into the woods
and find a field
full of life and lay in the middle of it.
You must feel your body so connected
to the earth
and the nature around you
and you must feel.
To deal with heartbreak
you must feel the broken pieces
of your heart
but not let it damage you.