To mend a broken heart
you have to feast upon it first
poke it, prod it
taste her writhing guts
swim her mightiest oceans
and drown in them;
Run its vast fields
Till you cannot be found in them.
You have to feel her gasping breaths,
the water in her lungs,
her reddened, blistered skin
that the sun ruthlessly burnt.
The same glowing sun whom she trusted with all the pieces of her soul.
Indeed, the same illuminating fireball.
Hear the sickening melodies
her brain often plays,
the quiver of her lips
as on the concrete she lays.
Tread on the billion fragments
of her shattered, fractured heart,
on each trenchant shard,
till your legs fall apart.
To mend a broken heart,
Live its unquenchable thirsts;
To mend a broken heart,
you have to be broken first.
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