Heartbreak.

Love can withstand all troubles,

she made me believe this was real,

now they remain shattered dreams,

echoing through the corridors of my soul,

Each word, hitting like a thunderstorm,

piercing the tender fabric of hope for the reality of love.

In the dim-lit lies the memories,the time when we could go out holding our hands,

the dance we played together in the bed room,The warm kisses she gave me ,

I recite verses of pain in my mind, remembering the sweet moments we spend together,

if my bed could speak it out, it can resite my spoken word hidden in my tears,

Soliguey of love’s demise.

The stage is set with broken promises,

true love remaining a dream never to come true,

and the spotlight reveals my fractured heart, shattered to uncorrectable pieces,

I dance on the edge of despair, my rhythm fading away as I remember the love we had together,

slowly by slowly they turn to murmers as hot tears roll down my cheeks,

my heart being filled with grief.

I thought Eva was wrong when she once whispered,

“When you broke my heart, it felt like the universe collapsed,

and I was left floating in the void.” but now it the reality.....

yeah she had said it the right way,

i still feel my self in a void not knowing the way out,

as I croll around like a child with no one to cry to.

And so, I stand here crying and weeping, warm tears running down my cheaks,

vulnerably giving out the deepest stories of my shattered heart, my voice trembling,

seeking relief,pouring my anguish into syllables, hoping they’ll stitch my wounds,

and give my heart a chance to love once more,

a chance to prove that there is true love out there,

and to have what the world has in store for me.

Heartbreak remains a poem of the brokenhearted,

a language only the wounded understand,

But perhaps, in this vulnerability, lies the seed of healing,

the germination of hope in loving again.