1100
My friends often ask me if I was broken hearted
By my last break-up
And I respond that I was
But I never fully considered what it meant to be broken hearted
In a world in which hearts are mere pawns in a chess game
So, herewith I present the broken-hearted confessions
Of a Romantic in a Cynic’s World
I no longer have a firm grasp of what the future holds for me
Because the moment you walked away
I lost sight of what I had prayed for
A broken-heart is nothing more than a broken dream
My future now sails on rough seas,
Victim to the waves of doubt
And monsters of the deep that come in
Fear and Rejection
But even with all the danger that lies in sailing
With no direction, there in the dark
In patterned blinks of yes and no
Lies possibility,
It’s light illuminating the dark recesses of grief
And when I get there, I hope to meet another soul
Fresh off the same waters I sailed
And we’ll find comfort in the fact that
Dangerous seas are never sailed alone,
With the hope that sometimes, the meshing of two broken hearts
Often acts as the prelude for
Wedding bells to ring
