Sensations: A broken heart



I dread these times.

They come too frequent.

Why does our love do this?

What knives we cut each other with.

Barbs around our hearts.


Wonderful highs.

Wretched lows.

I have so much to say,

But can’t say how you hurt me.


Don’t doubt me.

This I cannot endure.

My love for you is all I can give.

Don’t take it away.


Let me hurt you, like you hurt me.

And hold you in my arms.


Do you feel what I feel?

Sometimes I don’t know.

Is that why we hurt each other?


Solitude is a comfort.

Wallow in pity and pride.

You can’t make this better.

I just have to feel.

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