Poetry Journal 4(June 23)

I've come to understand that the broken heart still feels
It's not a figure of speech, the pain is definitely real
If it wasn't then how would explain this ache in my chest?
How would explain why I can barely catch my breath?

It feels like I'’m dying and deep inside I have
My hearts completely destroyed, not just split in half
I prayed to God last night while listening to the rain
My tears fell just as freely as I begged for no more pain

But, in the middle of my prayer, I finally realized
That my broken heart was a blessing in disguise
If it wasn't for my tears and this dreadful pain
I would still be with Ethan and nothing would've changed

I would still just be a doormat for him to use
My heart was already tattered and already bruised
Now Dylan's here to help heal my wounds
But it's gonna take time, it won't be soon

Because, I'll admit it, I'm not gonna lie
There's not a single day that I don't cry
Everything brings up a memory that I can't erase
I'm forced to rewind, two years retrace

Back to a certain place at a certain time
Back to when I could call Ethan mine
Back to when he was all I'd ever need
Back to all our plans and long lost dreams

Now I'm forced to move on to a new start
With only these tears and this shattered heart
I've already lost so maybe I'll gain
Maybe I'll heal or get use to the pain

-Copyright-Amber Palmer