A battle to forget
You can die of a broken heart It’s a scientific fact and my heart’s been breaking since the first day We met. I can feel it now aching behind my rib cage beating to a desperate rhythm: love me, love me love me please. And as if the word no wasn’t easy enough you simply held in what could have defined us, what made us. And like a lexicon with its contents being words that definitions only end up to be sad and depressing but bound in a cover that looks to be happy and deceiving and it’s this same lexicon that aches behind my ribs. Yes it’s rather morbid but I had connected the dots from point A to point B only to find that some where along the line you had lost interest in the subject. And I put up a wall built of Cynical bricks and armed it with sarcastic remarks to safeguard me. Cuz in my mind it was over, the fight, no the war the thing that had turned my every waking thought to a battle to forget but that the ache had told me to cherish. It wasn’t worth feeling like a husk, and I’ve set my own rules now and the only one who abides by them is me.
——————Another poem (via text) from my youngest. (I’ve left it just as he sent it, in all its rough beauty.) 🙂