You told everyone you were a care bear
But you don’t know how to handle my heart

You don’t know what it means to care
Because otherwise my heart wouldn’t be ripped apart

You told everyone you would fight for me
and would go through fire like a bold beast

You only fight for money and power, can’t you see?
You toss me around like prey, celebrate it like a feast

oh you, you beautiful bear, you stuffed with jealousy bear
you use your claws on me, you show me you are the silverback

And you hurt me so deeply, I don’t think that is care
which is odd, because bears don’t like leaders of a pack

I tried to stuff myself back together with needles and thread
but my eyes are leaking and my mouth stays taped

you want me to sit still and look like every other zombie-head
Mary wrote a book about me, in which I was monster-shaped

I wish you held me, consoled me, supported me and not like a ripped bear
because that is what it actually means to care

Why must I be within your heart
This hurts as I wanted to leave,
When with eternity you grow,
And every fare declines way.

This could mean I shall stay,
But for whom,
Just for you.

How can you even say it?
Looking at farewell message
I spent hours
But if you said it
You never loved me enough
It's time to leave
Since that's what you want
After that every moment
I thought about you
Every moment I feel to talk
Last thing came in mind
My absence is needed
For you to be happy
Empty heart, empty love, empty mornings
So is the farewell meant

A broken vase can never be fixed even glued.
A torn page can never cover it's despatched appearance.
Rifted paths can never passby again.
Past that happened can never be changed.
Occured loss can never be recovered.
Likewise,hurting others with words or actions can never be healed with a mere sorry.

Can you really change the way you were?
Because when we had love,
Too much of it left me hurt.
I know I want you,
You're truth to me,
But I don't want my heart to bleed.
I thought we'd go all the way,
I think I lied to myself.
How can I go without you,
For more than these three days?
I don't know,
About changing my mind,
About going back to what we had.
I know,
About hurting,
About being mistreated.
I thought,
About love,
About us.
I think I have to keep the beat in my heart,
I have to keep us apart.

Does my heart hurt?
Or simply my pride?

I honestly thought,
that you were the right guy.

Sure, you talk a lot.
But you have a lot to say.

And you saw the sorrow,
that I tried not to display.

Yet you trust fact and science,
more than you could ever trust God.

You completely allured me:
achievements and flaws.

Was I just one of many options,
that you cast to the side?

Perhaps you were an iceberg I steered clear of...
but how exciting would it have been




to collide?

Almost saying sorry again

Not always it has to be me
the one to set her pride aside
to endure and forget
at the same time
to do it your way
or lose all love and attention that day
can’t talk with you
what should I do

A hurting heart
but a strong mind
I refuse to settle for a love
that isn’t lovingly and kind.

L.C.