Brokenhearted

Love is to give and share
to hold to keep to declare
but as the golden circle
that binds do break
dew drops from aching hearts
fall unheeded on deeply furrowed souls
to ache to hurt in exquisite pain
knowing not how to love  again

Holding on to strangers' hands
willing to hope and feel again
but nary a sound the heart do gain
how far or further still the willingness
to say to talk to speak to tell
the feelings once felt
When one love's hand touches
though it ends in betrayal

Meander the crack in hearts do break
cracking like frozen ice in the antarctic
following the falling leaves of autumn
dead and helpless in its descent
watching him with his new love
a nail in love's coffin hammered
while within dying heart screams.

I stood waiting for my heart to repair
Itself but little did you know you had
The power to break it. That despair

I felt did nothing to replace the bad
Feeling I had that this was the end,
But I still have to protect and clad

Myself in the finest armor to send
A message you could never break
Me or my heart. You left me to fend

For myself as the wolves would take
Everything I once held sacred. You
Mistook my kindness for a snake

You can easily get rid of. As my blue
Sky came back to life I knew in this
Moment I would be ok. You misconstrue

What it took me to move on. My bliss
Would not be destroyed by your abyss.

This is my testament,
hear with undammed ears an old sentiment.
Now, my fellow poets of secrecy,
I’ll allow you to hear me.

Behold poetic confessions of my black heart!

Many a poet’s confessions
are buried in their long,
undisturbed tomb of revelations.
Beneath this fleshy crypt lies unclouded truths –

that which creviced my old flames heart.

Somewhere within the cryptic mist,
lies the question of the meaning of our last kiss.
Oh, the mysterious confessions of poetic sorrow,
she never knew there wouldn’t be a tomorrow.

But I shouldn’t cry after our love’s death, she won’t know it.

Now the past crevices the earth, and billows truth –
a slit from cheek to cheek now exhales,
to tell you dark tales
of my betraying youth.

That person you remember will never die in memory.

I’ve left a heartache I can’t heal,
Betrayal is surely a memory no doer can conceal.
The loss in her heart was not much of a loss,
Who can miss a sculptor of a double cross?

A talisman of ill luck.  

What’s the power a dead-love
has over the ones whom parted?
What I have lost was something true –
the night our love with earthly feet departed.

Behold I pray before love’s tomb!

I hope today she cherishes the memories
and not fear making new ones with another.
I remember holding her hand to say, “it is over.”
With stony eyes that rained tear-droplets she sobered.

That veil of love’s death has not shrouded the memory.

“Why?” She asked.
The emotions of my face were masked,
“let’s move on and make believe nothing happened,” I said.
A promising relationship was then in an instant – dead.

 
I knew she knew the hurt I felt
It broke my heart the day she left
We tried to mend our lives we spent
And tried to saw the fields we grow
Alas we failed our hearts betrayed
By love and hate we recently made

I thought we had a wonderful life
Time spent so sad as husband and wife
We could have made the world go round
Instead we laid the ground to waist
In our haste we broke the trust
That bound two lovers to sand and dust

I think we knew our lives were lost
The times we grew to hide our lust
As days went by our love died down
Gave up the fight without a sound
Waves once made pushed by the tide
Killed by the blades torn further aside

We should have tried to push for more
More love more sex right on the floor
Making love in bed instead we fled
Day after day breaking up the heart
Blaming the seed of age we lied
The need we learnt to cover and hide

I hope she has a good life to spend
The dreams we had the day we wed
Before our flames broke up so high
Brought by the blames that flickered by
Still her heart I cherish with me
Until I die and no longer be