Broken.
How easy it is to get your heart broken?
How easy it is to get your heart broken?
And then to get yourself together again only to believe in another?
We deny it. The pain and suffering. Laughing like we don’t give a damn.
White lies.
Living a superficial life.
Look I’m laughing here. Hanging out, getting drunk in this Jazz bar.
Reflecting on what happened. What I was and what I became.
I never told you what I really felt because when I tried, you didn’t care.
Stop it now I said to myself. It took a while but when I did there was no looking back.
My heart ached; it burnt.
You hurt me. But more than you I was disappointed in me.
So many whys. None for you though.
You were gone. Long gone. I felt relieved.
But the horrors remained. I was damaged.
So much that I wasn’t even aware.
Piece by piece I picked myself and I’m recovering still.
Maybe I will never fully heal and that’s fine. But I know I will hold a hand again and love even more deeply.
Maybe I will find my exceptional; maybe I won’t.
No, I don’t feel the need to sew the ruptured parts anymore. Why should I ?
I hold what’s broken with a smile and with each passing day, we grow together; we support each other.
It ain’t easy but now I’m beginning to get comfortable with both the uncertainty and the possibility.
In the end, I guess we are all damaged and broken. But maybe that’s what makes us more beautiful too.
-Dedicated to every broken heart and to the spirit of the city where my heart is!
