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.
