I know that you know how it feels.
Yet why keep on pushing yourself onto
something you can't have for sure?
Listen to it.
Right beneath your chest.
It's crying seeing you trying.
Why keep on hoping for something
you know that won't happen?
Those eyes that dug so deep
like a well just to keep all your tears
from cascading and drying on your chins.
I know how heavy it could be.
Loosen up.
Breathe completely.
It's aching knowing you in great agony.
Why hope for someone you know
who loves someone else deeply?
Those feet that ran several miles
from chasing were already trembling
just to keep yourself near to someone
but still far to be noticed.
Take a halt.
Give it a rest.
It's coping giving you stamina in striving.
Why imbibe on fantasies and magic when you're actually drowning in reality?
It's throbbing.
Why keep on playing numb all this time when it is obviously bleeding?
Every beat it takes is loudly telling you
not to lose track of yourself from getting
hurt because you deserve someone else.
It's time for you to stop trying
when something inside you is dying.
YOU ARE READING
Blued Lines
PoetryTo those whose heart has been ripped apart, you're not alone in the boat. If you think that poets write wonderful lines and echoing endings, then you got it wrong because we also get broken and as you read each poem, the sadder and painful it become...
