my heart is broken
have I ever had one before?
probably not
if this is what it feels like
to have all your work wasted
to go unnoticed
through all the unselfish deeds
to only see through their eyes
or walk in their shoes
instead of the victims
of broken hearts
the heart breaker is glorified
while the other is labeled psycho
but on the bright side
I can feel the pain being released
slowly
until I see the light
of what could be.
like a ball of clay
my heart is being shaped and dried out
the same as an addict
clean and recovered.
like a substance
the heart breaker makes you want them
it’s like every step he took
was to keep me addicted
the silent treatments
yet he stood up for himself
the bad in him
outweighed the good qualities I saw
but you can’t change the present
with the past.
and I don’t want to feel
or be treated
like a skeleton
instead of flesh.
by him, you, them, me, or anyone.
the empowerment makes you
not want to deal with it
from anyone
ever again.
not in a million years.
