Beauty of Heartbreak

I do not think I can fathom the amount

Of words that would form a poem,

That would express every pain,

In every crevasse of my human being;

Words cannot be made into a feeling,

That simply has no way of being expressed.

For when it is deep inside you,

You know nothing.

Your innermost being feelings naught,

Save for the emptiness, the void,

Which we come to call the numb.

It is that feeling in which the blood

That circulates in your veins; runs cold.

Your fingers fumble as they try to type,

Or slip at the simple task of picking up a pencil to write--

You can look down at yourself,

In that quick glance you can see the empty space.

Your ribs are torn open, exposing the cold cavern,

That once housed your gentle, sweet heart.

Your ribs lie scattered to and fro across the floor,

Strewn about in a haphazard way,

That you stand there dazed, bewildered,

Trying to put together the pieces,

Trying to figure out when this all had happened.

When did your ribs become decorations for the floor?

You fall to the floor in weakness,

As you realize your pretty little fantasy,

Has fallen apart before your eyes,

Just like the ribcage that housed your gentle, sweet heart;

You were blinded to the attempts,

You were blinded by the invasion of another.

Saccharine words were like his shield,

A smile of a thousand splendors,

Was like the sharp sword that pierced so deep.

Empty promises; intimate moments of false passion,

Acted like the shining armor,

Giving you the fabricated idea of love.

Hope was your main focus,

Hope was the reason you kept moving forward,

Hope is what had blinded you to all reason,

Took away all logical thoughts--

Because I wanted for one moment in my life,

To hold hope high, and never ask a question,

To not know a single negative thought or feeling,

To be able to take on the day,

Carpe Diem--

But look where it has brought me now,

Im surrounded by the diminutive pieces of me,

My cold hands quiver and they tremble,

There is a daunting task that I know lies ahead,

One that has left me unprepared,

A task,

That in this moment I cannot face,

I weep tears that I will never let anyone see--

Because above all the pain, above all the misery,

Above all the destitution,

It was beautiful.