Honors From The School Of Broken Hearts

My heart didn’t break,
My soul however, did break.
My mind too, did break.

My eyes changed perspective.
The light in them grew dimmer.
My ears stopped believing everything.

My hands loosened the grip on people.
My skin became insensitive to touch.
My instincts built a wall around me.

My arms stopped reaching out to embrace.
My lungs no longer hold breaths.
The butterflies in my stomach died.

Futures sound like made up ideas.
My wings no longer flap.
I keep landing in the abyss.

Disappointments are expected and welcomed
The choke in my gut is gone.
The sting of pain like an additional pat on the back.

Now a wise grad with a cracked spirit,
A hollow soul, a shifted mind,
No longer attempting to rewrite the stars.

Unlike when I was a freshman to matters of love.
When I’d go to the moon for people I thought,
I loved. And they loved me back.