Saturday, October 18, 2014

Litany of a Broken Heart

But don't blame anyone,
since this heart isn't mine,
not anymore.

I knew my heart, it wasn't like this,
it had no cracks
nor chipping parts.

It was beautiful
than the mess I never thought it could be.

I wanted to tell you how to love,
but now it's been too late.

So later, would you listen?
No, Not me.
Don't listen to me.

Listen to that sound instead.
Sound of the broken pieces, falling apart.

Hitting the tip of the abyss
like a thousand raindrops,
landing on the concrete road.

A beautiful sound,
more than most
that I've ever heard.

As I listened, I'm glad
it wasn't somebody else's.

I knew it had no cracks,
nor chipping parts.