i dove in heart.
this goes around, it wasn’t
a miracle. it was simply hope.
when i was younger, the tv
shows that aired and the
books on display said that
heartbreak happens without
the soul shattering. but all of
it was a lie. maybe the writers
didn’t know that heartbreak’s
price tag has a two for one
special listed. and no other
item can be taken besides
a shattered soul.
there’s a saying that goes,
sometimes, we feel pain
than love in our lives.
i’m sure someone, somewhere,
once said it, that loving a
stranger you know is like
lifting up a sinking boat.
an inevitable capsize at sea,
simply waiting for it’s time to
come.
i learned that when i got older,
the years go by, that love hurts
and ignorance is bliss, and it’s
all at the cost of my soul. a big
price to pay for, yet all they see
is a score.
they just take and take, it’s their
fault, not mine. for playing with
love, for using me, for keeping
my heart and only to wield it
against my soul.
it’s not easy to leave,
not easy to let the boat go,
to watch it fall to its place,
while i float.
rising away from the ocean
floor, a little further day by
day, surfacing the heart first
and swimming to shore.
