sometimes i wonder if i have a sign taped at my back that says. . .
"break my heart"


have you ever had your heart broken?
ripped into pieces, so fine that you can no longer recognize the parts?
shreds scattered everywhere
you wanna pick them up but you are so tired, so very tired. . .

sitting in front of the screen
fighting back tears that are threatening to burst
holding back the curses forming in your head
putting a rein on the scream that is building up in your chest

you wanna be angry
at her, at him, at yourself, at anyone
you wanna just freak out, unleash your rage
but you are just too defeated

too spent, too weary
drained of all the energy you had within you
so you just sit in a little corner and hope
that in a little while this too shall pass

. . . i guess this is what you get for stumbling into something you never should've known about. . .