the power of a broken heart

This one is for the boy with the leather belt

For the fact that he thought it would feel better

Around his neck than around his waist

For the fact that he told a girl about the demons in his head

And she asked for space

Because hearing those things was hard for her

And it’s not her fault because she didn’t deserve to hear it

Didn’t deserve to be put in a position where someone was blaming her for the darkness in their heart

Didn’t deserve to be reminded that life isn’t anything like 90% of 80s sitcoms made us think it would be

But there she was

And there he was

People telling them it wasn’t that big of a deal

They’re overreacting

Move on

She should just stop being his friend “it isn’t healthy”

And he should just get over himself  and“focus on the positives”

But what no one could seem to understand is the power of a broken heart

The way it can change your life and steals the light from your eyes

The way it hurts

Because if you were walking down the street

And someone started choking you

I can guarantee you anything

If you turned to see who it was

And realized

It was someone you loved

Someone you would’ve given your life to

Someone you trusted,

taking the very life out of your lungs,

You would die of a broken heart

Before you ever had the chance to realize

You were becoming

Short of breath

BP