DIARY OF BROKEN HEARTS

Said she’d stay, ‘I am here for you’ She even wrote it in a card, And delivered it on my birthday. Said, ‘Whatever it is,

With her eyes darting around, All she could see was despair. Life seemed to have wholly drained out of her, Her knees gave way and;

In the recesses of the mind, a symphony does play, A haunting melody of doubt, in shades of ashen gray, Whispers of despair, like shadows

I should have been acute to his words, But I chose not to. I could have cut off his advances; When I saw the glaring

In the shadows of a weary world, A broken heart in pain is swirled. For amidst the triumph, a sadness brewed, Unseen, unheard, emotions subdued.

The walls look at me differently, Silently judging the girl with scars, The broken warrior who can’t keep fighting, Everyone is staring, watching, and waiting,

I never knew that one day, My heart will be crying loud, For that man I trusted with whole my heart, That man who showered

I always saw people in love, And wondered what it would feel like. Was it cold or warm, Or a nice feeling, That would last

I sat next to the cold wall With earphones Listening to music of silence, Voices of past stories Sneaked in my head with a wobble