Impossible and Beautiful Things Sad Hopes and Sweet Dreams

Broken Hearts

Those with broken hearts see the world for what it is

The pieces coming together to form a scope

From which the view is so different than before

They see nothing separate

The beauty and pain intermixed

Without one the other can not exist.

Love and hate are close brothers;

They work frighteningly well together

For we love and hate with the same heart

Pulling those closest to us apart.