Every broken heart is a poet.
Everything is the same but the meaning changes.
A breeze is no longer the wind, but nature's reminder how cold it is to be alone.
The moon is no longer the moon, but a glowing reminder how beautifully their smile shines.
Silence is no longer peaceful, but filled with the deafening sound of laughter no longer there.
Midnight is no longer when your body starts to rest, but is now the time your heart races only dreaming of catching what is long gone.
Food is no longer enjoyable, but simply nutrients we don't want to consume.
Your breathe is no longer natural, but a struggle to make a dead soul feel alive.
Shadows become their's, if only in your head. Your eyes betray you, they are in each movement you see.
Every sound is them, for only a moment.
Every contact in your phone briefly displays their name before switching to disappointment.
Each call, text, message from your friends is an accidental wake up call that they are gone.
Everything is different, but everything is the same, because the world doesnt wait for the brokenhearted
Glad to see you're still
Glad to see you're still writing... This piece was absolutely beautiful. Especially loved the comparison of what the breeze/moon/silence used to mean to you, and what it now means to you. It definitely captures the darkness and sorrow that lives within a broken heart.
"A poem is never finished, only abandoned" - Paul Valery
Thank you for your kind
Thank you for your kind words. I really appreciate it.
to true.. broken hearts are
to true.. broken hearts are brutal and take so much time to even began to stop aching, forget healing, it's like one day you wake up and it suddenly is healed and you are like "what when did that happen"
Much Love
Ashley
They say time heals all
They say time heals all wounds but time alone will never mend the pieces of a heart back together.
nothign is ever one thing and
nothign is ever one thing and one thing alone, complexity is the only human nature that exists...
Much Love
Ashley