Broken Relationship
It hurts
It Hurts…
Damn it, it hurts like hell…
Oh how often I have heard those words being told as truthful condolences.
How often have I uttered them to my friends as candid cadences.
And yet, everytime the heart is broken,
the pain returns as if it’s the first time.
And I wonder if all times are first times?
Or there are some which hurts more than others?
All good things end. This is eternal.
Whether by choice or chance or chasm.
Even if we try with all our might,
One Day Death Will Do Us Apart.
These are the little deaths I speak of.
It’s the pain internal.
The tears internal.
The torture Internal.
Your folks were indeed right.
We do belong to different cultures.
And we are different.
Love for us never is so easy to either find or break.
Nor do we experiment with these things.
These are matters of heart.
Shouldn’t it be a sin to break one? Completely and utterly?
But to devoid a heart of hope is okay.
Let loveless lead the way!
You do. You did. And you moved on.
Your experiments broke my heart.
And with it, the hope and strength of loving again.
I suffered in the agony for countless moments.
None of which your heart shall ever know.
You stood there like a dead-like creature.
Looking but not seeing.
Hearing but not listening.
You in whose love I felt the world’s wonders,
The slice of heaven and the idea of life.
You with whom I created life.
And you killed it all.
And all I can do is…
