Fragments mend

Echoes of a broken heart

They said love was supposed to make you feel weak.

The toughest thing a human can ever seek.

That nothing would be able to revive

a lover's lost heartbeat.

They said it was the center of the universe.

That it could cure any curse.

That it could make anyone thoughts reverse;

someone's feelings disperse.

Then why couldn't I hold back the smile from forming across my face?

Why couldn't I hold back my heart from racing?

My temperature from rising?

The moment I hear you speak,

I can't take my eyes off you.

I finally find peace.

You once told me that whoever proffered love,

must have endured another's depravity.

Back then, I didn't understand those word's brutality.

Years went by.

You grew up, so did I.

And I finally comprehended their profundity.

Maybe I never felt incomplete.

Maybe I never knew you were my missing piece.

Maybe I never knew you were the soul I needed in my uncolored world.

You gave me a new purpose.

Taught me how to live,

when I always pictured my life in a way that would include no one.

I believed that everything was already said and done.

It's true, I was the one who took your hand.

Did you sense the way it tied my stomach in a knot?

Did you notice the growing lump in my throat?

Though you didn't reject my touch,

you never returned it.

You made me believe you actually felt something for me

when all you felt was pity.

So why did you give me a forehead kiss?

Weren't you able to discern,

the way you made my sight burn,

when you left me alone with a damaged heart?

Swept away by a tide of culpability.

Concern creeping across my skin.

Why didn't you return?

Couldn't you perceive the accumulated tears in my stern?

Were my feelings an easy game to you?

Was it some sort of strategy

to get you out of your solidarity?

You ripped my heart to shreds.

You tore it from its place.

You abandoned me, leaving only my guilt behind.

Guilt that swallowed me up,

devouring every aspect of my being.

What a tragic scenery.

I was willing to die for you,

to sacrifice everything I own, too,

just to stay beneath the sun of your proximity.

Just to feel your warmth again,

to feel your hands brushing away my tears;

your caress on my cheek.

You made my skies clear,

my fears flee.

One day with you would make up all those years of absence,

a day similar to the days we had back when we were fools in love at adolescence.

Your hugs always meant more to me;

more than what they seemed to be.

I knew that every time you pulled me to your chest,

where I was able to lay my head and rest.

There was a secret statement,

an unspoken affirmation,

a telepathic declaration,

that you love me with no aberration.

I think the hardest part was,

later on, when I asked what you felt toward me,

you responded with such mediocrity,

that all you felt was a misunderstanding,

pretending that you never actually liked me.

Considered me an average friend.

And I was supposed to vanish,

the way you caused adrenaline to spread through me,

you made my heart skip a beat,

you carried me away by the ocean of your affection.

I was supposed to forget that powerful connection.

Your words hit me hard.

I stumbled across them.

They were hard to carry.

They filled the space between us.

Weighed my heart down.

Suffocated me with no one to come for my rescue.

I was walking inside a labyrinth,

with no light at all.

No one to lead the way.

No one to guide me.

Do you know what the funniest part was?

Later on, when I grew older,

when my thoughts became bolder,

and I became prettier,

remorse consumed you.

You came knocking on my door again.

You came crawling back to me,

begging on your knees,

hoping to make me forget,

the way you broke my heart in two,

when you had no clue,

about all the scars you drew,

and all the memoriesyou screw.