A Fragile Thing

Is it weird to think that love is gone...
that hope is lost,
that I'm not strong?

Is it sad to think that I'm too weak...
to admit that I'm frail
and too hurt to speak,
Of the lies you've told?

My heart you hold,
to tight in your fist,

that you've broken it.

And along with it you've broken me.
Three lonely tears in the dead sea,
never to reach a river again,
trapped in their own misery.

I still mourn for the person
I thought you were,
and I hurt for the future,
I thought would occur.

I grieve for the memories
so happy, so surreal,
and weep now that I know
those moments weren't real.

But soon the day will come
when I no longer grieve.
I'll no longer hurt,
nor mourn, nor weep.

The flood gates will close,
no longer will I be frail.
Instead of hurt in my eyes,
anger will prevail.

This knife in my heart,
you've twisted too far.
Once pulled out, left behind
is a bleeding scar,

reopening as I think of you!

As I think about all,
you put me through!

My heart a dark place,
where love no longer remains.
My mind empty space
only focused on rage.

My body exhausted,
from hurting and hating,
and its all because of you!

But eventually I will get through.

I'll no longer be concerned with you.

You wont be my problem,
I'll no longer care.
I can move on,
cause you're no longer there.

So goodbye past love
who tore me apart.

I hope someday someone breaks your heart.