A broken heart has left a bitter
taste in my mouth.

An unwanted reminder that I was left.

Anger seeps into my heart,
Hatred screaming in my mind.

Bitterness is new and confusing.
Deep sorrow is where I find comfort.

However I am no longer sad,
but infuriated by careless causes and effects.

By a never deserving boy
who used me as a plaything.

And this whole time I knew what he was.
And yet the feeling of being wanted offered to much temptation.

An open mind and a weak heart
A smile that never ceases
With eyes that undoubtably tear

A resilient shell
Covering the most delicate of emotions
Never fearing the pain caused by herself

Anger never staying concrete
Forgiveness often giving for the non deserving
A soul to often crushed

I still smile
I still love
I still have hope.

Today I close a chapter
Not with a happy ending
Or with miraculous love

I close a chapter of lies
With deep sorrow
And undying loss

I close a chapter of pain
With hope to survive
Mending a restiched heart

Ive re-read this chapter
To an utmost fault
To where I could recite it by heart

With childish dreams of a different story
I close my eyes tight
And pray for the ending ive always wanted

But I am not the author
Nor the story teller
Mearly the character

I love you
I miss you
The end.

My heart aches for something,
my mind longs to avoid.

My thoughts run wild in search for a resolution,
my heart dispises.

My heart fantasizes for that  undying love,
my mind knows you arent capable of giving.

My heart hates my mind.
My mind hates my heart.

And after it all.

My heart loves you to this very day,
but my mind knows better.

What ive learned from love cannot be written down
it cannot be remembered or recited
it must be felt

to love someone is to let go
to let go of yourself
your ego, and your pride

to be in love is to bind,
to unite souls,
your heart, and your body

to be left is to disappear
to be engulfed with grief
your empty, and your free

to learn from love
is to accept
your human, and your going to survive

what ive learned from love cannot be written down
it cannot be removed or forgotton
it was felt.

To live life.
Is to never stop reaching for an unattainable goal.

To be honest.
Is to not be crippled by unanswered anguish.

To love.
Is to give someone that side of you that you've never met.

To be free.
Is to never hold back emotions in fear of vulnerability.

To be un judged.
Is to never censor your very own truth.

To be happy.
Is to be aware of the incredible beauty of life.

I know nothing of love
   Of its winding roads
   Or of its unpaved streets  

    Or of its phoenix like qualities
   That proves love can grow
    From the ashes of a broken heart

   Love can be stagnant
   Bitter and cold
   Echoes of a  silent stand still    

But as cruel as it can get
Is it still love?
Or is it lost infatuation

Love is unexplainable
The things it makes you do
The people it changes

The way it makes you want to stop
your own hearts rhythm
When it hurts more then pain itself

The way you have never before experienced happiness
Or comfortability. The feeling of secure vunerableness.

I know ive felt it before.
On two different levels
With two different causes and two different effects

I know nothing of love
The way it dies
The way it grows