Trying to etch words, but your bleeding heart won’t speak to you,
The mind is bewildered, left in unparalleled thoughts lonesome,
The only thing that gushes wild, are the tears from your eyes,
So much pain and misery, missing a person whose quintessence is love,
You’d expect a little bit of sensitivity, because they know the cost of bereavement.
Waking up to a nightmare, is the worst punishment for the heart,
You sleep knowing bliss, only to wake up the next instance, when your world is torn apart,
When you come to know that someone’s chosen path, outweighs the worth of your words,
You become a choice; you become an object, thrown aside when no longer needed,
How stupid it is to think that the damage they've done will heal one day.
The hurt they cause now, will not be disremembered one fine day,
Not knowing that it has created a greater crevice which will never go away.
When they ghost you and move on, in such an act of pusillanimity is shown,
When they promised they wouldn't leave, they are the ones who run off easy,
Wise men said they don’t deserve your tears or your love, but try telling this to your imprudent heart,
Who adorns the tears like thorns, crying each minute, with no sense just loss.
Past haunts us, that’s for sure, but isn’t it better when someone can share your sorrows,
What lesson then have they learnt, from their heartbreak when their core was crushed,
How someone left them, how much pain was born, should they not then understand and value the worth of love,
They say you give most what you never get, because someone is always deserving of it,
When they know what hurt you both, they still snub the person who sees them for the person they are and were,
You still try to provide them with an embrace of solace, a home to rest all their tussles,
Your arms are empty and ache beyond words because they chose to rest with hurt.
Even though they think of them as an empty vessel, they still offer you joy and satisfaction,
But when they deny what you have to give, to live a dream and not relive the horrors,
The tears you cry you hoped heal their scars, because you have their good intentions in your heart.
When your heart begins to mend as it's smitten, they make you realise you don’t even deserve it a little,
You cope how you can, infinite thoughts run like the frenzied storm,
Some prescribe medicines for the pain, while your body burns hot insane,
Some ask you to gulp the pills, and ask your mind to speak its pain,
The body fights, your system crashes, the shock, the pain, you become delirious, yet the world remains unchanged.
If only they knew how much your heart burns, how you escape the thoughts of demise galore,
But what can heal you, when they played your weakness against you,
When they know what kills you, so instead of your heart, they break your soul.
When you never demand for love, the least you seek is respect,
When you just want their presence, they disappear unspoken,
When you know you are dispensable, is it time for you to leave,
How you want to hear them, feel them, tell them, touch them and love them for their cruelty.
When you thought you were dealing with pain together, you realise you were alone from the beginning,
When you thought you were dealing with maturity, you realise what a fool you have been,
When you thought you were dealing with intelligence, you realise you are an idiot,
When you thought you were dealing with care, you realise the cruel and selfish disdain,
When you thought you were dealing with civility, you realise what a debauchery you were dealt,
When you thought you were dealing with honesty, you realise you were just another fantasy,
When you thought you knew who that person was, you realise they are just another stranger still,
When you thought all you needed was respect, you realise you are not even worth last words.
When you thought you finally believed in the potential of love, you realise they don’t value your adoration or existence at all.
When you thought they filled your life, you realise they left you high and dry,
When you thought you finally let destiny guide your path, the change, the upheaval what happened is all,you realise you still miserably love that someone, if only something would bring them back.
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