Pain and Heartbreak

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.