When you will fall in love with someone
And they will fall in love with you, too
And you both will make promises
And plan dreams
And share laughter and kisses and chocolates and coffee and sex
and everything good in life
And you will look forward to a future
Together
Forever and ever
Until death do you part
And there will come a time—
When something will happen
A twist of fate, maybe
A temporary circumstance, maybe
Something beyond your control
Which will cause that person to forget their promises
Or the good in you
And see only a certain bad
And without looking back, they simply will walk away forever
And break your heart just like that
Leaving you on the sidewalk
To bleed profusely
And you will cry
Oh, you will cry
And the world will look bleak
And you won't believe in love again
Or people. Or dreams. Or promises. Or life
And you will bleed some more
And cry some more
And live with pain for a very long time
And you will have nightmares
A whole lot of them
And you will wake up and feel dried tears on your cheeks
And the single question that will plague your entire existence will be "Why?"
You will seek answers
From God, the Universe, songs, books, paintings, nature
And you will find none
And you will go a little crazy
And slip into a figurative coma
And everything will become blurry
And there will come a time—
When you will wake up from this coma
And see that you have healed
Without knowing how, or when or where
You will realize that Time has passed you by
And that you no longer cry
And that the pain has changed you into a strong person
A much, much stronger person than you ever had been
You will look at yourself and see scars everywhere
On your heart, mind, soul
And notice that your broken pieces still fit together
And that they look okay because they all spell pride and survival
And you will wear them all as one big badge of honor
And try to move on
But you will falter now and then when Nostalgia strikes
The memories will come out of nowhere
And hit you like feral waves
Knocking the wind out of you
A song here, maybe
A place there, maybe
A photograph, maybe
And the tears will sting your eyes again
And the scars will gush blood again
And you'll cry and cry and cry
And you'll find yourself asking why again
And you'll think of those who broke you
And you'll wonder what they're up to; are they okay? Are they healthy? Do they think of you? Why did they broke you?
And dreams of them will come, now and then
Haunting your soul
Like ghosts
Sometimes lovingly, sometimes hatefully
And you'll wake up with melancholy
Unable to scream
Unable to breathe
And you will cry and cry and cry and cry
With no one to console you but the darkness of your room
And there will come a time—
When an inner understanding will dawn on you
That to really live, one must really die
That is what the Phoenix did
That pain isn't bad; it makes you strong
That scars aren't bad; they make you wise
That losing someone can sometimes mean gaining yourself
And so you will be back on your feet
Walking down the road of life
As a warrior this time
A mere shadow of your former self
And you'll be proud of your strength
And you'll start appreciating life again
And you will smile again
And you will occasionally think of those who broke you
This time, thoughts that are mere passages from lost yesteryears
And you'll be thankful to them
Because you will realize that if it wasn't for who broke you, you never would have stumbled across your strength and the appreciation for the most beautiful things in life that you never noticed before
And that is when you will understand for the first time in your life the true definition of love: if you haven't loved and lost, then you haven't loved at all.
And so you will walk down the road of new beginnings
Wishing those who broke you well
Asking life to always treat them kindly
Sending tiny prayers in your heart their way
Hoping nothing bad ever happens to them
And so with a smile on your face, you will move on.
And you will never look back
And pretty much nothing in life will bother you after that.
