you're the open sea;
endlessly wild and raging,
dangerously untamed,

yet I find myself
floating in it

my body recognises
what heartbreak is today;
my vessel is leaking tears
and I can't seem to fix the hole
that once made me whole

am I broken everywhere,
or just missing a part,
I can never tell,
for I've finally lost my heart

if love is this painful,
I shall learn to grief
or my feeling that was once hopeful,
might end up turning hateful

my heart hurts lesser today
and that is good;
perhaps it is starting to feel okay,
or in a better mood

my tears no longer wet my face,
and that is good;
perhaps I am in the right place,
or my mind finally understood
that recovery is not a race
and I should not be rushing
to get out of the wood