Tears flowing like a river; hands trembling like an earthquake,
The pool I drown my sorrows in erupts – like a volcano,
It rushes through me like a great tidal wave. A tsunami.
Destroying every inch of my frail self,
I am nothing but a dormant bomb, waiting to explode,
Waiting; waiting for final peace, whatever that may be,
And even though you have broken me in two, I forgive you,
Day after day.
As I reconstruct my shattered heart you tear it apart. Ruthless.
Oblivious to the repercussions of your cynical actions,
But whatever it may be, I shall get my final peace,
Even if I must forgive you,
Day after day.