Heartbreak is an instrument everybody had played before me.
A melody struck to dazzle mind and words struck to parrallze one.
I swore off to never play a tune or a similar one.
I stood true and only ever stepped close to the instrument.
So, when i trace my fingers upon the one playing it i halt.
Occasionally i would gasp or clap yet all i ever do is to just stare.
Stare at the person dying in front of me.
I read their lips, their fingers, the way they let their emotions flow.
Only to be found, ever so slightly tuning in the music.
The music of all the things that shouldn't occur.
I've watched them drown and evaporate
Rise and devestate yet
I flicker my eyes to this person and
I wonder how it must tremble the person for it to just splash around in agony as they are scared to go inside of it.
I might just walk away because a heart break not worth living again for the art is an art not worth of heart break.
Sep 12, 2025
Sep 12, 2025 at 3:48 AM UTC
Heartbreak is an instrument everybody had played before me.
A melody struck to dazzle mind and words struck to parrallze one.
I swore off to never play a tune or a similar one.
I stood true and only ever stepped close to the instrument.
So, when i trace my fingers upon the one playing it i halt.
Occasionally i would gasp or clap yet all i ever do is to just stare.
Stare at the person dying in front of me.
I read their lips, their fingers, the way they let their emotions flow.
Only to be found, ever so slightly tuning in the music.
The music of all the things that shouldn't occur.
I've watched them drown and evaporate
Rise and devestate yet
I flicker my eyes to this person and
I wonder how it must tremble the person for it to just splash around in agony as they are scared to go inside of it.
I might just walk away because a heart break not worth living again for the art is an art not worth of heart break.
So this is a poem i wrote after reading a book. The book is about how the author grieves his breakup so yeah