loving and being loved
breaking hearts and broken hearts
I had learnt a long time ago
they were
different sides to the same coin

Just like how falling in love
Is going bungee jumping,
forgetting the rope and
by the time you realize,
you are 10 feet under,
immobilized, water filling your lungs
There's no security, and 99.9% you
end up with tears and splinters in your heart

And the
"who"s, "what"s and "why"s
don't really matter because love
isn't breaking news
and there's no title, much less
headlines

and when hearts are broken,
the breaking question is: who has it worse?
the one leaving or the one who stayed
but even that doesn't matter
not when both are left crushed,
life knocked out of them

{d.c}