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The Breaking of a Heart

as if a string of joy is being pulled out from my heart,
leaving me empty and longing for the days that has gone by.
how do i sate or stunt this growing hollow in my chest,
when neither time nor hope marries with this goodbye.

my cold hands tremble from losing more of what i had,
where once my world has spun from my own turns,
i now hold memories like the trifling light of a candle,
falsely quivering against the darkness where it yearns.

had i my wishes and my life directed, i will never let this go,
for tomorrow's arms are shallow and unforgivingly lonely.
i would rather stay in the fantasy of the time that was borrowed,
to rather break a tenured life that is hurting so deeply.

how i learned too late the trouble of holding on for too long,
or the after sorrow of holding on for far too tightly.
when it is time to let go, whether by will or by chance alone,
we become incomplete, ever longing for what was taken or lost.

it seems the only comfort i could ever find are silent words,
all of which stand witness to emotions that is self-sustaining,
churning and gnawing at the very fibers of my faltering core.
how can i breathe again when my heart is woefully broken?


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created:
2010-10-29
11:32am @office, bedok
based on a journal entry (2013-09-03)
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