I thought my heart had been ripped out before,
but I think to that again now
and it seems silly,
compared to this.
To find that my loving you was all for naught
brings a new meaning to a cliched heartbreak.
But this organ lives on,
miraculously,
somehow,
beating,
the odds.
The tears I found impossible to shed
have fallen, in unreserved dispair
in a great dam(m/n)ed flood,
leaving a waterlogged look
in my eyes.
The chest ache has found permanent residence
in my cavity, and this time
I wonder if it will ever fade away
if time will heal me too.
But for me now, the term soulmates
shall be misunderstood no more.
And my splintered heart
will somehow,
always,
keep
loving
you.
Brought about by reading one of my older poems. Again, it has personal meaning if it doesn't make sense. But I happen to think that this one turned out particularly well.
Critique greatly appreciated! Especially with a new title. Haha!
~Yoyo
