One Thing That Can Hurt a Person Most
... going home to a place that doesn't want you around,
and never knowing why.
That punch in the gut feeling that knocks all the air from your lungs and produces the sensation of a rib pirecing both a lung and your heart because you can't breathe and your heart may explode and you may even cry blood because you find out the person you love most in the world, who has always loved life to the fullest, who, well into adulthood, had a child-like view of death as something far off and nebulous, that this happy, joy-filled being suffers so silently you never knew until filling out a doctor's form that he longs to die.
The Heart Wants
Heartbreak is realizing you were never going to be enough for someone else regardless of how promising the relationship seemed at first.
It was going to be so good.
All the time, money, dedication, and commitment poured into something you love, and then your dog eats your bagel off the end table while you’re turned around.
It looks like shallow water
until you fall deeper,
until you're out of breath,
until you beg,
until you feel cold,
until you drown,
until there's nothing left,
until you feel numb,
then you realize you could've saved yourself if you first noticed how it only looked shallow.
DUCK DUCK GOOSE
Heartbreak is the short end of the stick, the ash in the pit, the Johnny Come Lately to the rainbow behind the brick wall in stocking feet, where the heartbreaker sits in a Lazy-Boy, swiping right without blinking, after vacuuming up all the dust in the room.
Settling
Heartbreak is knowing you are never anybody’s first choice! ! ! ! ! ! !
Fire and Water
Heartbreak is like a dagger plunged into its rib cages, and pulsating with aches, one heart is hanging on a thin thread of longing and dreams it won’t ever have like a fire kissing water.
Midnightink 7-18-22
Fragile
An impression:
She is a song.
Some unstrung chord
An expression
In a world everyone knows.
The one who doesn’t belong.
Dancing in the shadows.
Maybe:
She is a story.
Bright eyes and a smile.
Worlds of words
Unfurled at her feet.
Knowledge makes her whole;
Wisdom makes her feel
Incomplete.
At last,
The thought:
She is not a poem.
She is poetry.
Wrapped and ready,
An abstract interpretation.
Finding the meaning of everything.
Nothing.
Anything...
Humble expression of soul.
Another beauty lost in obscurity.
Another heart break, beaten yet still beating, aching to be whole.
still breaking
True, unadulterated, heartbreak is seeing her face in a crowd in Maryland and feeling hopeful for just that second before the guilt and the pain settles back in, remembering that even if it was her she wouldn't want to see me.