Pain and Heartbreak
Pain is cold, especially in these frames tonight
Numb and frozen my soul is crawling
My heart afflicted by a ruthless plight
My castles in the sky are slowly falling
The hole is hollow, where love once slept
Awakened to a lovely oblivion
And passion’s ploy an elixir kept,
For only those I deemed ethereal.
You had those eyes of famished appetite,
Starving for love I thought I could bring
In a time where it was not, my heart was smite,
Smitten by the stresses of heart plucked strings
Where nothing and everything felt right,
And skin-bound your scornful lips agreed
You made me your addiction overnight,
And I chose to let you consume me.
This love became a hurtful blaze,
As liquid fire you scorched my every day.
Unto your chalice I sipped for days
My core sated from your insidious buffet.
If not first pleasure, the heart requests
Then shelter from the cracks of pain
The ones exacted from the chest
To the falsehood of love drenched in vain.
“Emily” was right, and pain is a blank,
an all consuming universe so familiar,
reinforced only by our failure to think,
to not be consumed by it, or bewildered.
Like a human being’s grip on reality
How we are abandoned in the grips of pain
It is though we cannot recall the enquiry
Of when the pain supplanted our brains
Though it attacks like a visceral beast
In moments when the heart is weak
It eventually subsides and is deceased
And like a new universe its origins bleak
But nothing is beautiful about heartbreak
No fucking poetry can express the hurt
There’s no sulking in the middle of silence
No tears arranged there of any worth
It’s not that 7:30 commute to work,
Where every face reminds you of pain
But where every single breath feels like death
Yet you keep breathing to embrace the strain
It’s like the fibers of your very being
Are piecemealed by the affinity for pain.
But such resistance finds itself agreeing
That love and all its faults are daisy-chained,
Sequenced into the theorem for exploring pain
Where there is love, there is heartbreak
Just a simple reflection of the mirror’s pane.
No one is perfect and everyone aches.
How the world weighs in heaviest on the heart,
It’s always pain, we should stop romanticizing pain
It hurts and hurts, yet still smiles impart,
Then one night, your face defiles my brain
Over and over again, like a cyclic fiend
So frequent we forget where it began
Face down and weeping we are quarantined
To a place prolonging pain and its lifespan
My dreams are haunted by her derisive ghost,
the cold snare of her lips upon my face.
My chest aches, like something is broken,
And the pain itself becomes encased—
Corrupting from inside like cancer cells,
Until it becomes hyperbolic and unconstrained
And all the memories of her are like a hell,
They all commence and conclude with pain.