Joyous Heartbreak

"The measure of love cannot be weighed in words or deeds ~ the heart chooses its own journey and learns to either sink or swim, I have learned to drown many times." Poets Own Quote" The heart that bleeds, bleeds not for you, but me, for my words fell short and silent of what love was, lost voices filled empty seats for neither heart was ever there. The phoenix that once knew love shall fail to rise again from loves ashen flames, but while I still breathe, my whispered echoes of love shall remain, scattered to every point of the compass for eternity. How long did your love not wear my face nor the rainbow smiles my heart expressed? Did our love covet the skies and lose sight of its own goal? There is no need to answer, the clouds now mourn the passing of love they drift in tears of longing, how can I heal your heart or soul when I cannot heal my own? In truth I cannot mirror the billion grains of sand which mimic me that haunt my shadows in seasons I don't care to live. The heart was not a ball of tangled wool for you to enjoy, a plaything till your hands grew weary to toss aside like an unwanted gift or delicacy that your palette declined to taste. Were I not once the taste of sunshine, The scent of summer rain, The petal that held your hand, that healed the scars with kisses and roses that greeted your eyes every morning, through the mist of your sorrows? When my own pain I kept quiet. The roses within, dressed for your every emotion, that were flipped like pancakes on Shrove Tuesday's, my words plucked with care from the billion grains of sand as to not cut or wound your ever changing heart. I have extricated the thorns that pierced my heart, that stripped the bones of flesh and the tongue of worth, My mouth will swallow the scent of your inflicted pain no more, a good heart shall be laid to rest in the simple rose garden I have cared for where buried in whispered echoes dying roses cloaked in memories shall lay side by side with my heart, for in life they had filled my world with joy. I shall recede with God's grace like a failing tide, where love was driven back where the pages were allowed to drown in the depths of their own words, forsaken and forgotten in a world that never cared, A fusion of Joyous heartbreak.