Does heartbreak bring any tidings?
The way your ears echo from the goodbyes
The chest pain and tears it brings
And reminders that "I'm ok" as coated lies.

They say with every heartbreak, we grow
Rise up from the stem to blossom as a rose
But how can you grow with a chest so hollow
how can you grow when even rivers froze.

Mark twain once spoke of love and caution
"Never allow someone to be your priority
While allowing yourself to be their option"
The repercussion is a feeling of inferiority.

You would let a person break your heart
Yet still treasure dearly that same exact person
When you realise that it is time to part
The feeling of separation tends to worsen.

You would let the love you feel stay alive
When the sun becomes covered in spots of blue
You convince yourself to somehow survive
By the belief that letting go is love too.

Time heals all wounds no matter the size
The unseen love someone has been providing
Will lead to rivers unfrozen, shift lows to highs
So...does heartbreak bring any tidings?

You ever have someone
You can never be friends with
Not out of hatred
But out of love.

A failure to disconnect emotions
From any sort of contact
Between one person to another
And remain intact.

I have pushed a great person
Out of my life
For the exact same reason.

I can just not disconnect
Emotions for someone
And call it friendship...

So there's one great person
In this world
That I can never be friends
With....

Out of love.

They projected venomous words
Inducing toxic hurt
As conscience slowly blurred
They'd built homes out of dirt.

Drowning hearts with harm
With hissing forked tongues
Taunting death with a snake charm
Till dirt collapsed lungs.

We'd been given false names
Telling us we were *******
As they fearlessly proclaim
That their words were wishes.

It could not be true
Because through it all
We stood under the same blue
And we stood tall.

So snaked tongues spout criticism
We found ourselves hurt
From all their prideful sadism
And we hid ourselves in the dirt.

With them,
In the place they called home
Where poison was let to roam
Freely.

when someone makes you the happiest person and the saddest person at the same time, thats when it's real. thats when its worth something