May 04, 2007 00:28
A broken heart sinks like a lead anchor into the sea,
salty
like the tears flowing from the cracked soul,
It makes you feel old
sometimes
No matter how much heartache you've known,
no matter how well you know better,
no matter how well you know that
time...
in her infinite wisdom
heals all wounds,
and brings perspective where
now
while you're heart is ripping itself apart
aching
with all the wounds
all the what-ifs
now
Seeing clearly is impossible - nearly.
For you so very well know the various ways
this could end
if you're on the brink,
and the seam of your heart is actually still linked,
at least a little bit of strength is left.
You throw your heart a life preserver,
not allowing it fully to sink,
And you can't help yourself but to obsess
over this mess
you try to fix the seam
untangling the knot is the angle you take,
for your breaking heart's sake.
Oh, heartache.
poetry