heartbreak
They can break your heart, but they can't break your soul; poetry about lost love that comforts and uplifts.
My heart is not broken
You overstayed your welcome. There is nothing left for you here. I can let you go now because I am better without you. My heart is not broken and I will be whole again. I will undo all the damage you did to me. Mutually assured destruction has had us part ways. Soil cannot contain me. You should have buried me deeper. A shallow attempt at freedom you couldn't achieve on your own. You should have made sure I stayed put. I'm using my fingers to dig myself free. I'm the afterthought you forgot about and I'm coming for you. You assumed I would stay in the past and await your return. You believed I would crumble and fall apart in your absence. I won't allow you to break me. I'm not as fragile as you thought I was. You were convinced I would never survive without you. A spineless deserter aiming for his own approval. I'm the constellation of stars you will never see in the sky you abandoned. We spiraled so far down as if we were doomed from the start. This punishment has condemned us for longer than it should have. We are forsaken. I will not be taken. The spores are headed our way. A parasitic wind incapacitating everything. I've gone deaf from my own screams. I've lost myself to the sands of broken mergers and false alliances. A pledge made to himself and only to himself. Twisted and absurd are the desolate lullabies you whispered in altered pretenses. One of us has to bleed to set the other free. My sentiments are echoed beyond your recall. A ocean liner dead in the water, a culprit masquerading as a marauder. What is holy? What is sacred anymore? Our dissolution is the caldera left behind from our volcano of a marriage. What is there to believe in anymore? I'm the pall-bearer at the end of monogamy. I'm the excavator continuing to dig a hole that leads to nowhere. You tried to bury evidence but should have burned it instead. These abnormal sensations give rise to accurate premonitions. You thought my heart was yours to take. I kept it safe from the hands of a fake. Undeciphered chaos erodes beneath the foundation of our makeshift matrimony. I tried to capture the rubble but cannot make this brand new again. I don't have the strength to anyways. This ship has run aground and we are headed for oblivion. I'll meet you where we last believed in each other, whenever that was. Retrospection is a miserable monster that preys on my future. This is where we part ways and I am better for it. Take heed over your own heart. Mine is safe in my own hands
By Anna Torres7 months ago in Poets