A story of a broken heart:

A story of a broken heart:

Im in a room, screaming loud and clear. 
Oh sweetie , what's the matter my dear? 
Can't you here me?! Can't you see me!?
Mabie.
Then why can't you feel me.?
Im so alone in this crowded room. Is it entertainment to watch this happen? Is it relief to see its not you but that's not what you tell me. 
They come with love and go leaving the pieces for me to pick up. They kiss it better, as if im a child. But it never holds.
You kiss me, you fuck me. You hold me but don't make love to me. Am I diseased in some way that can't be measured? Am I just another tally on a list? So many questions but still no answer. One smashed it, one dropped it, one fixed it but it wilted and died. One lit it on fire!. But watched it burned asunder. One even scared it away, but it got lost along the way. One found it and helped me put it back together, well halfway anyway. He got board and magically felt nothing after almost a year. This last one though, were do I begin? So many years but so many fears. But then one day, after so much pain it seemed like what was left fit. And now he runs. Before anymore can be done. Just as it jump started the plug was pulled. It Cracks it brakes it leaks. It can't hold any more because they always leave. So in the end its not them, its me.
Why? 
Because no matter how true I am to myself, They Always Leave.

Written by Nami Sanjo
Posted on 01-19-13