Sometimes, I think the most beautiful moments in the world are the ones that are spontaneous. I'm still trying to capture them. I think I just captured another piece of magic.:)
Can you possibly die of a broken heart?
That’s what I would like to know.
The pain is so cold, cruel; so sharp.
Like how torture should be: slow.
It is no one’s fault but my own,
For I had let myself fall again.
Why did I push the heart off a cliff when it had never flown,
Mistake after mistake, all identical and same.
They tell me to open up and bring my walls down,
So I tried, but I don’t like how it feels.
I didn’t even know when my heart broke; there was no sound,
This isn’t silent murder, isn’t it? A soundless kill.
So I think, why bother with love if it never lasts?
Isn’t it a complete waste of time?
Why sacrifice sanity for something so brilliant and fast,
So we can dream of getting somewhere, with satin and bell chimes?
The answer is no, it’s impossible,
To take the pain and swallow it in.
Heartbreak is swift, merciless and unstoppable,
It cracks in the middle, sliced up neat and clean.
If love means guessing, crying, putting up a strong front,
Then I don’t want to have anything to do with it.
I’m better off sane, than intoxicated and drunk,
Like how I’ve stopped responding to the flirts that are sugar sweet.
I was a born actress, did you know that?
Imperfect, but give me a day, and my act is up.
I’ll do what it takes to keep me from being sad,
Even if it means sealing my heart.
At this moment, I’m taking a deep breath,
I don’t want to end up wallowing in pity and hate.
I close my eyes and discard those thoughts that are trash,
Just so I can prevent another heartbreak.