BROKEN SOUL

My heart ache as you break me away
You walk out on me
Left without having any words to say

My love had expire
Sour like apples
In my feelings
I felt like i'm going to be sick


Tears falling down my face
My heart is broken
This hate I cannot erase
Without even having any words to be spoken

Tears of a broken soul
This pain doesn't seem to subside
With the true emotions you always try to hide
There is nothing left to do
But die from the tears of a broken soul

I thought love suppose to be true
This was all a lie
I thought this was meant to be
Everytime I look in the mirror I see me

                                                                                                I once trusted you to hold my heart .But little by little you started squeezing till you crushed it violently in your hand.Causing me major pain if anyone looked they would see the scars from were it was attempted to be put back together.

   
   
   
   
   
   
1.  
growing tired of it all, the year-round rampant sprawls within    
the green-veined numbness marshes in necrotic stinks, those    
   
heavily falling down drowsy eyelids in dead weights    
of hopelessness - the only swollen solace of a lively expression, the    
tears: brimming out to be absorptive for a valid purpose, the grave  
remembrances of your doings and non-doings  
   
   
2.  
irony, sometimes… and more often, holds the quintessential    
truth: of how an eternal freeform flight in our mutual to solitudinal love    
gets clinically dubbed by your apparent bond(age)s : the false    
positives, your vampiric hold feigning demigods    
dictating my deaths in wordless anaerobism as you forcefully    
moulderase my thoughts    
of you within, alongside the abundant indifference    
you chokefeed me in, and coldly continue    
   
your endless polygamous infidelities of a rafflesia-mouthed    
monstrous chameleon in gravely lip-locked silence    
   
   
3.  
amazing are your talents that grows day by day    
taking in my life and perhaps suchmore lives    
   
except only you and such breeds that thrive    
in the lies and lives taken  
word venoms- targeted politically correct to close-ended    
statements silencing even Gods- how shallow they seem: the    
self-sorrowing cancerous swallows by your super-shallowed    
fascistic discourse futile (and desperately impossible) of any    
retaliations.. and,    
   
of course, this time you hit the ultimate climax – it’s today  
june 5th & how true that history repeats itself after    
six whole years..it’s just that only a small subjective    
change than the previous spree : you assumed yet another    
similar assassin, unassimilative of this eloquent bird’s tune    
selflessly in and out in an exposed substrate..being    
mesmerized in the enigma of love    
   
   
4.  
bloody.dark. pain and deaths.    this love .  
and, you still furthermore commit fleshy onslaught    
until my nothingness in trancing invisibilities    
transported towards OM  
out of the beastly you and earthly curse    
   
   
5.  
still use semicolons between you and me;  
still trace out flowers and dinosaurs in hand tissues    
still capture- amidst the unanimated mosaics and varnished veneers, the    
whimsical winds and vanishing skies- a captivating melancholy    
   
of an unperturbed angelic figment with flowing drapes & Nile hairlock    
torn and burnt down in an unsaid turbulence yet holding within    
with glazing eyes of sublimity