As the sun wakes,
Thunder and lightning
Blanket his face
And shut his shining.
Might as well!
This day will be the same:
Where I suffer our love –
And you forget my name.
Tag: broken heart
Reeling
Most nights I find myself wide awake!
There is this end of a world feeling
That takes over sleep and suffocates rest
And sends my mind reeling!
Thoughts and memories of what we were:
A tantrum thrown; a mock wrestling match;
A joke on shorts; a song we called our own;
A kissed bandaid put on a scratch.
I become Taylor Swift, who narrated
Personal loss, pain and bullet holes;
Or Adele’s soul, in royal Albert Hall,
Proclaiming love’s future goals.
When night passes and morning comes to spite –
I quietly shut the windows on its face…
I switch on some numbing porn, or maybe
Write a poem – to fill the sleepless space.
These lonely nights make me think and yearn
Of how he (probably?) is fast asleep,
While time holds me in such a fucked-up flux,
Wherein I can’t feel, much less laugh or weep.
Pieces
It is broken and I hold its pieces;
And I am cast off, unsafe and unsure;
And I am in pain as the fragments cut;
But I also feel I must yet endure.
Grave voices around me, wiser than I,
Whisper, we do not blindly feel; but know:
Yes, broken hearts shall continue to wound;
So, borne enough for now, you must let go.
Hearts Still Care 
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