Heartbreak stands on a fragile edge,
A debate where time and love both pledge.
I've walked that road, unsure of the way,
If healing comes by love, or by the slow turn of day.
But I think it's both, a tangled thread—
It takes time to rise from a heart that's bled,
To dare to trust again, to give what was lost,
To face the scars, accept the cost.
Yet in the depths of sorrow's hold,
Love still breathes, in ways untold.
In the eyes of friends, in family's care,
In the quiet warmth of the dog at your chair.
It's love that cradles when you're bent with ache,
When your own reflection you cannot take.
It whispers, "You are loved," when you can't see
That someone always holds the key.
And time, it weaves its subtle balm,
Softening edges, restoring calm.
It teaches you that hearts can mend,
Though love, all along, is the truest friend.
So maybe there's no single cure, not one start—
It's both time and love that heal the heart.
—MistakenGenius
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Surviving Heartbreak
PoetryA lover girl who got her heart broken one too many times and now ended up writing poetry about it
