TORN 2025

I can’t change, and you can’t change. We are two separate people with two separate hearts. When did this road shred apart? I can’t force this love anymore; I am lost in deep thought. Emotional pain hurts, but when you add mental games and a teaspoon of lies, it becomes as ugly as a newborn crying for help. This broken heart lingers, and I am tired of trying to piece this love-hate relationship together. It’s so torn into pieces that I can’t pinpoint the location. We are too far apart now; longitude and latitude can’t place us together. Broken hearts, frustrating tears—now it’s two separate lines going in different directions. Do you see my reflection? It reflects off this glass mirror. Now, look at my torn face as sweat falls off my skin, tears in my eyes, like a whale swimming in despair. It’s frustrating to find an answer. At first, I couldn’t sleep; lonely nights became very dark. But now, mornings start to feel like my best sunshine.