I know what it’s like to be heartbroken too
it feels like a bomb
like the flowers that have been eaten alive by aphids
always sitting with you, uncomfortable,
a notch tighter on your belt loop after a heavy meal
or someone taking an unflattering picture of you and posting it all over the internet
you are ugly to yourself now,
and quiet because of it
I lost my clarity after I ran up the hill and rolled down it, clumsily with joy
it must have fallen out of my pocket or dripped out of my eye sockets
as they teared up from the pollen
I ask myself
what is true?
but it’s harder here, when I can’t be certain if there’s a ghost hanging around in my frontal lobe or if it’s just the pulsating fear of being kicked to the curb
that’s what being heartbroken is like -
always feeling like you’re being kicked to the curb for no good reason
it’s like,
what’s the point of getting up in the morning? I’ll make breakfast and then somebody will hurt me again
the point is
learning how to decipher the difference between apathy and acceptance
you’ll get there
redemption doesn’t count or feel at all rewarding if everything is easy
Jun 25, 2013
Jun 25, 2013 at 12:27 AM UTC
I know what it’s like to be heartbroken too
it feels like a bomb
like the flowers that have been eaten alive by aphids
always sitting with you, uncomfortable,
a notch tighter on your belt loop after a heavy meal
or someone taking an unflattering picture of you and posting it all over the internet
you are ugly to yourself now,
and quiet because of it
I lost my clarity after I ran up the hill and rolled down it, clumsily with joy
it must have fallen out of my pocket or dripped out of my eye sockets
as they teared up from the pollen
I ask myself
what is true?
but it’s harder here, when I can’t be certain if there’s a ghost hanging around in my frontal lobe or if it’s just the pulsating fear of being kicked to the curb
that’s what being heartbroken is like -
always feeling like you’re being kicked to the curb for no good reason
it’s like,
what’s the point of getting up in the morning? I’ll make breakfast and then somebody will hurt me again
the point is
learning how to decipher the difference between apathy and acceptance
you’ll get there
redemption doesn’t count or feel at all rewarding if everything is easy
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