Cardiomyopathy Part 2

As I figuratively lay on my hospital bed; aiming to bend the laws of reality 
and try to recover a life that was once dead,
I hungered to be fed understanding
as I struggled with broken heart syndrome: evoking words that were said
that ultimately lead to my blow to the head.
You visited me to check up on the damage that you caused,
despite the times I looked past all the flaws that were yours.
Holding onto my last breath, in the facade we called a relationship;
I spoke empty words of forgiveness,
as I hoped the next victim of your secrets,
did not witness the tragic sequence
that existed in between our first and our last kiss.

Despite the broken heart, 
my pain shall one day depart.
I will recover from the diagnosis on my medical chart,
to find a woman who will love me intently from the very start.
Though this anguish will take awhile to heal,
I feel, in time, these emotions will no longer feel surreal.
In light of concealed intentions, I promise to reveal,
my true feelings to the next female that catches my appeal.
In times of difficulty, the is always a silver lining, 
so I choose to undertake some refining and ignore the declining.
Focusing on a love that will one day, break out of the darkness shining.
Cardiomyopathy,
the death of a broken heart and rise of emotional prosperity.

The end.

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