My heart jumps at you
You in the dream
You in the memory
You with the dazzling smile
You woke it up
My heart thuds
Banging against the wall
I decided to put you in
I'm healed, I tell it
And for a moment my heart stops
It misses
It yearns
It spills
It pours tears as if
Its been a million years
My heart, oh my heart
Cry and
miss and
Then go back to sleep
Just for a moment it needed to weep
Its been a while, HP!
Midnight Jul 2
when you have been
emotionally abused
looking back at the trauma
can be painful
it can singe your soul and crush your heart
and trying to love someone else
can be difficult
if not impossible.
but i finally can look back
at all your lies and games
and feel
nothing at all
no desire for you or pain from what you've done
it's like i'm an impartial third party
it took years to get here
but i can finally say
i'm healed
And I am never giving anyone that kind of power over me again.
Broken crayons
        is an opportunity to share and add colors to others.
A broken mirror
        is a chance to let others see the beauty within them.
A broken vase
        is a possibility to put pieces back together in your own artistic ways.
A broken heart
        is a duty to express the beauty of the soul.

Psalm 147:3
He heals the wounds of every shattered heart.
Therese Syang Jun 25
When do we ever say we're over
With all the what if's and why
The sleepless nights
And the morning aches...

Is it the days you're okay,
Or is that just the thought of okay
But when that song is played,
Do you smile? or weakens you?

When was the last time you tell yourself "I'm done"
Was it done once? twice? thrice?
Or countless times?
When do we ever say we're over

Could it be forced?
Should it be now...
Most of us would say they're finally free and over it. But the truth is they lie just to cover it.
Aishah Apr 25
the night I decided to let you go
and stop feeling sorry
for the both of us
the world gave me things
that She knows would help
me go through another night
without you

my mum's voice
to help me soothe the wounds
before it turn into battle scars

the island breeze
to help me carry the blades
out from my heart and into
the darkness of yesterday

the midnight rain
to help me stay calm
to help me sleep and
to help me dream of rainbows
and healed soul
She give it to me because she knows I'm ready for it
She needed him
Only to heal herself.

She never loved him,
she never needed him,
she never really did.
Juni Notte Jan 30
I wanna let you know

that I don't need you no more

That I'm okay

without you

I don't need your chapped lips

scraping against mine

I'm happy

without you

I'm getting by

without you

I don't need your bony fingers

being a trespasser on my body

I just wanted to let you know

I no longer need you

to be able to breathe
Henry Mich Jan 10
Catching sunlight in my hands,
Burned and scarred by searing brands.
While cherry petals fill the air,
My joy, a diamond a brightly burning flare.
I cradle my meager golden prize,
And lift the gilded treasure to my eyes.
To see the memories I have made
Over lost years and forgotten days.
A spark catching in my heart an unquenchable blaze.
A light through the endless dark of life
ky Dec 2017
We tell lies
to reveal the truth
which in itself is too honest
to be revealed.

We trick our minds
into believing false realities
so that we can feel at least
the slightest bit healed.

This is how the broken heart beats;
this is how we get on.
And to protect my own fractured heart,
I told myself to move on.

Pick up the pieces he shattered,
and allow him no excuse.
Leave within a timely fashion,
and no further conclusions shall you deduce.

Let things be as they may
before you get even more hurt.
Take your heart with you in its entirety
and leave him to be with her.

I know this is a task among tasks,
a trial of great tribulation,
but without following these careful instructions,
your heart will require ventricular fibrillation.

And I guarantee some hurt will remain,
but that is surely a good thing,
because if you did not feel at all,
then your heart would not be working.

So continue to be a warrior.
Fight with lack of speech rather than word.
And let the silence speak to him
louder than a piercing sword.

It may take some time,
but in his mind will your reason be sealed,
because if you walk the path of the broken,
you will at last be healed.
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