My Heart Was Literally Broken For the Longest Time

My heart was literally broken for the longest time

Written By Dean Masciarelli

Monday, March 29, 2010



My heart was literally broken for the longest time

And I didn’t know how I could still be living 

After all the time that I had spent alone

More or less surviving and breathing like I had been 

Because I didn’t feel alive after my heart was broken

And after the deed was all said and done

And literally set in stone with a point of no return

That’s when I had forgotten who I was as a person

Because I got lost in the confusion that I had been in 

Especially after all the hurt that I had seen from being alone

But hopefully with a few more blessings and a little more time

Something really good will happen soon

Because I am so ready to feel complete and whole again 

So that I wont have to be hurting like I had been ever again

Because I am truly ready to embrace life with someone 

Who is loving and caring and kind

Who can  love me and accept me for all that I am 

But can also be my lover and my best friend

Like I would  with them in return so that I can finally 
put this past of mine behind and truly start living again
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Haick Avatar
March 29, 2010 at 6:50 PM
And now that you're ready Dean, reach out..be brave and confident...don't look for perfection 'cause no one's perfect in this world.. I pray that you fine that special someone..God bless you my friend, Peace, Audrey
Arteaga Avatar
March 29, 2010 at 12:46 PM
but you need to love living with yourself, cause how can some one love you, if you don't love yourself? Loosing the everything you thought you had with someone is a definitely a spiral you need to climb back up, and when you reach the top, even though it takes time depending on each one of us, we do reach it. And hopefully we find someone when we open that last door at the top of the stair well.
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