Rest Easy Tonight

by Kryptonite Dreamer   May 4, 2018


"She's not breathing... CLEAR!! Come on look at me K.."

Those are the last things I heard,
While I was being pushed out of the room,
With her heart slowing down,
The fact that all her functions were shutting down,
The fact that her skin was getting as cold as ice,
Having her last breath,
Just knowing I'll never see that smile again,
The warmth of that smile,
Always would warm up a room,
She had her hopes and dreams,
But she had a fragile heart,
One that she would wear on her sleeve,
And each time she got rejected she'd be stabbed,
By a shard puncturing her,
Piercing through her chest,
This was her last blow,
The last shard took her life,
I wish I was able to save her,
But I didn't know how to fix her heart,
Because I do the same thing she does,
I know I'm a good shard away too,
But I've been trying to not let my heart be on the line,
Because that seems like the gift anyone would want,
To have a heart,
That can be so shattered

At the funeral,
All of her friends got to say some words,
And than it came to me,
And here are my words,

"I knew K all too well. She was a gentle soul, and she would never want to hurt anyone who's hurt her. Unfortunately she's gone now from her broken heart, but I want you to know K that I've always loved you. And you were my reason for my heart on my sleeve."

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  • 6 years ago

    by Babycakez

    Beautiful a Very deep written piece you wrote here So Sorry for you loss just Know she is watching you from above and is awaiting the day you two meet at the gates to heaven

  • 6 years ago

    by Kitty Cat Lady

    Dying of a broken/shattered heart ... fantastic metaphors in this heart wrenching write. I'm so sorry for your loss xx
    =^.^=

  • 6 years ago

    by Em (marmite)

    Omg this is beautifully sad

  • 6 years ago

    by Bleu

    Yeah, you tore me apart completely with this. This piece is beyond Beautiful. Truly heartbreaking and pulls the reader in. This is such a beautiful write.

  • 6 years ago

    by William Mae

    The poem or prose felt heart felt, I think as poets we always strive to make a reader feel. To experience emotion. It had that. I would tweak the flow as I do to mine all the time, but it’s a very good write.

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