There must be a way
To speak of what happened
Without unraveling the stitches,
Without my body flinching
Like it's bracing for impact.
I shouldn't have to feel
The same storm rising in my chest
Every time your name slips out.
There must be a way
To tell the story
Without conjuring ghosts.
Without my heart twisting itself
Into knots just to survive the words.
I believe the saying is true—
"How many times can the same thing
Break your heart?
As long as you love it."
And though I'm no longer in love,
There's still love lingering,
A quiet pulse beneath the scars.
But how do you tend to wounds
Without tearing them open?
How do you look at the ruins
Without feeling the collapse
All over again?
Perhaps the cruel irony
Is that there's no beautiful way
To speak of us
Without summoning the shadows.
No way to honor the love
Without acknowledging the pain.
The universe has its laws,
Keeping the balance.
For every moment of tenderness,
There was an equal weight of sorrow.
And still,
Even with all the hurt,
I don't regret a thing.
—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
