My heart never heals
it lingers
from broken promises
broken dreams
my happiness went up and smoke
leaving loneliness
I put on a fake disguise
while searching
coping with deep agonizing pain
these emotional wounds
scratched open
watching lovers frolic in public
in time I hope to heal
move on
rebuild
till then
I seek to forgive myself
Doctor or Patient
The need is there
Being told by either
Is evident you care
In order to give
The thought
And or to Receive
Is Evident You Have Given
Another is with you
Caring
Sharing
Once was Distant
Never to forget the cause
But to embrace
The Healing Love
You Care
Confessions of a broken heart.
In the quit of the dark
The stillness the running of thoughts
The struggle to find clarity
In an environment built upon disparity
Rumors lies dishonorable acts
Fill the mind like panic attacks
At a crossroads a mental impass
Emotionally still attached
Direction to go is at a lack
Physically feel completely detached
As if in mourning someone who hasn't even passed
Hope remains for a second chance
For a love that doesn't freelance
A broken heart has no hole, yet it bleeds,
So time will heal the wound your hatred breeds.
It's over for him, I'm done his mind.
I'll always be apart of his heart, and still he remains kind.
Ignoring change will only make things strange.
We are binding, just now it's with and in a different range.
Never forgetting our story, all you taught me .
Each and every single, moment or glory.
Times of bliss and feelings that felt gory.
It hurts a little, no , it actually hurts a lot.
But I smile, as I'm grateful for everyone, and everything
I've got.
Thank you for a life, for a love which once seemed impossible. Cherishing all I have learnt from you,
Making my future self unstoppable.
Love from
A broken heart
I said I'm on a train to meet you,
But you won't be waiting there,
I look around the platform,
I guess you really don't care.
I used to ask for you to be here,
But now I just want your call back,
But I can't find you here,
So I guess it's time to pack.
I drag my suitcase along,
And wonder through the streets,
I swear I heard your laugh in the air,
My heart skipped a beat.
I'm on a train to leave you,
Why weren't you waiting there,
Platforms still empty,
And you still don't care.
Best way to mend a broken heart:
To fall in love again, make new start.
Gravity weighs down,
Breathing becomes impossible,
Lifeless, empty, eyes.
I am a broken heart
By you I was shattered
So I tried to take back my power
By sharpening the shards
But as time went on
My pieces began healing
From hard glass , to soft flesh
Bound together and beating
And I almost felt shamed
By my lack of transformation
By becoming hard , but then soft again
While others become lethal
But then I think again
Which is better to have ?
A heart broken , or a mind twisted ?
"A heart broken ", I answer ,
"Because broken glass is easier to glue together
Than a tangle of yarn is to untwist."
And while I'm a healing heart , love , you're stuck with your own mentality
Unless you let God untwist the threads .
And that is a good reason to be soft .
That is a reason to not be lethal .
No wall detains those tears and pains
From a woken heart rejected
So all remains are salty stains
From a broken heart detected
How Do You Mend A Broken Heart
*
I stand by your grave
Hands clasped before me
My breathing shallow
My legs unsteady
I summon every
Ounce of strength
To keep from falling
*
All the days to come
Without you
All the nights to come
Without you
How will my heart
Endure your loss
*
In hospice
We reminisced
You were comforted
By the memories
Of our time together
You were proud of our
Rip-roaring compatibility
And our never going
To bed angry
*
You held my hand
And said
Fall in love again
*
My smile was faint
I said
No woman is interested
In a man with a broken heart
*
With a mischievous smile
You said
She is
When she knows
She is the one
Who can mend it.
*
When the pain of betrayal is laid out
for the perusal of the world:
reality devastates dreamers,
as it sinks in.
Love cannot be granted:
it can only be accepted or rejected.
And there are no simple answers
or shortcuts: past the pain or shame
love may leave in its wake: if it moves on.
Truth confronts lies and false hopes
in their totality;
with a broken heart.
And lust's empty promises
roll off the tongue,
as they drift quietly into memory:
slipping into oblivion without making a sound.
A wounded soul is slow to heal:
for forever feelings, fester,
within subconscious dreams.
You may come to grips with your fear:
however, the pain lingers.
And so, you wall off your heart:
barring love from ever entering it again.
"I'm okay, you're okay is a mask in the land of pretend "
I live in a vast land known as pretend,
it is a sad place of death and decay;
I'm okay ... I tell family and friend.
But, in truth I relive all deaths- each day,
in my mind's eye are the graves where they lay.
I wear a mask, and guise, and a false face,
hiding, never facing grief face-to-face.
But, I must or I will never be healed,
and if I can, you can ... the past retrace;
no more shield- we need all to be revealed.
With great anguish the day began,
Death severed love's embrace
A life of promises and plans
With one last breath the time we had together erased
With trembling hands he held himself tight
Tears rolling down his cheeks
The stinging tears hit the ground as they rolled off his face
His only love turned on him
Leaving him in the dust
Leaving him behind as she flew up into the sky
Not willing to say a goodbye
The harsh pain was much more than he could bear
Wedding bells were soon to ring
Her white satin gown draped across the bed
Collecting dust by now,
But now he wears a suit of black
To say his goodbye's
Each night his pillows' wet with tears
The devastating dreams are slow to part
Now in his eyes,
The heartache is still the silence of a broken heart.
Those of the broken heart
Sit alone and feel so far apart
From life and it’s comings and goings
Not caring and not knowing
Can they be made whole again
To be part of life and to blend
Leaving broken behind so courageously
To stand tall again gracefully.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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