When she had no heart left to love herself I gave her half of mine…
And she took it and used it to fill the hole in her chest until the time…
Until the time her heart started to sprout again, then she took that half of mine,
And instead of giving it back she discarded it to the side.
I didn’t see her do that, so I didn’t know why at the time,
Why I felt an ache in my chest where my heart used to be all nice…
All nice and healed before I met her, I was on a high,
A hiatus to build self love and light, of which the end was nigh.
A fire ignited in me when half my heart was torn away that night,
My soul knew I wasn’t getting it back so I mustered up the might,
The might to retreat to a healing place before I completely lost my sight.
The pink goggles had blurred my vision, I only had one seeing eye,
The third, and it told me to walk on by.
Walk on by it said, you’ll find love again,
So I left with half my heart, some tears and a sigh.
The end was nigh from the beginning of the story,
And yet I still rode the wave feelings she brought me.
I fell hard and hit the rocky bottom, the grey,
And as I lay there in pain;
I couldn’t really breathe,
Buried under an ocean so deep…
It was a disturbing feeling of peace,
Almost like, I belonged there it seemed.
But then I snapped out of it, I opened my eyes
And I could finally see,
I saw half my heart discarded next to me.
I wanted it back but it was so bruised and used,
I knew, I knew, I’d have to grow it anew.
It’s hard to grow anew after you lose half your heart,
You have to water and nurture and give it a lot,
And when it’s whole again you want to keep it safe,
You don’t want giving half your heart away again as another mistake,
So you wrap it up and put it in a warm safe place,
Where it will never see another face,
nor will it be defaced
or staked,
It’s tucked far far away.
-
Author:
L.F.M (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: March 26th, 2025 23:15
- Comment from author about the poem: First real love; intense and messy, somewhat unrequited and painful.
- Category: Love
- Views: 8
Offline)
Comments3
Welcome to MPS 🙏🏻🕊️
Thank you 🙏
You’re welcome 🕊🙏🏻
A very metaphoric write that is quite descriptive of the process of love unrequited. A sad write that tells of the scabs that cover an injured heart. Nicely done.
Thank you, I appreciate it. 😊
The pains and hurt of a first true love not working out as wanted, nicely expressed
Thank you! 😊
You are very welcome
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.