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His First Heartbreak
My heart and I
Are no longer brothers.
Snarled in combat,
We may kill each other.
My heart and I
Are comrades no more.
We share a pain
I never wanted.
If I could,
I’d rip it out,
Show it the door,
Kick it out.
My friends come see me
And my pain. Our
Talks get awkward,
They go again.
Don’t speak to me.
Words mean nothing.
No one understands
My suffering.
Are no longer brothers.
Snarled in combat,
We may kill each other.
My heart and I
Are comrades no more.
We share a pain
I never wanted.
If I could,
I’d rip it out,
Show it the door,
Kick it out.
My friends come see me
And my pain. Our
Talks get awkward,
They go again.
Don’t speak to me.
Words mean nothing.
No one understands
My suffering.
Published 3rd Aug 2012
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3rd Aug 2012 5:34pm
I can relate and it feels like no one understands, I kicked my heart out before now so to speak.
Nicely penned and expressed.
Nicely penned and expressed.
3rd Aug 2012 10:45pm
Thanks, Magdalena. We've all been there at some point. I'm pleased you like it.
5th Aug 2012 4:13am
5th Aug 2012 6:47am
Ha, it's meant to be a little cliche.. it's what goes through a person's mind the first time especially. Thanks, Robert.
22nd Dec 2012 11:54pm
