I have heard of broken hearts
But I’ve never seen their smashed pieces littered on marble floors.
I have heard of broken hearts
But they still seem to beat and pump blood into veins.
I have heard of broken hearts
How come they pull themselves together to love again?

To tear a heart apart
Take the cruelest tool you can find,
And slit through the throat of a dream.
Draw your arrow like a hungry archer,
And aim for ambitions colored with rainbows.

It starts with a shock
Lips kept ajar, unable to crack a sound
As heart-beats to the point of tears.
Each ball of water turns to axe
As it runs down the eyes into pores of the heart.

Like a Joseph in an empty well,
You can almost hear the piercing, the ripping, the breaking
Into three dark parts;
The past to regret about
The present to curse upon
And the future that no longer exists.

It takes more than a break up to break in and break a heart.
But then, you can still break through.

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  • Grace
    Posted July 28, 2019 at 2:00 pm 0Likes

    Wow. I love this. Very nice .

  • Fredrick Rachel
    Posted August 1, 2019 at 7:09 pm 0Likes

    Thank you much.

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