|Vanishing Broken Heart...|
What pushes it to that point? Where it's walls are so thick and so high and so immovable that nothing can get through. Where it's turned to stone. Indifferent and cold. How many darts can be hurled at it from all types of sources? How many knives twisting to the core? How many times can it be shattered, abandoned, stabbed, disappointed, emptied and left for dead before it simply vanishes?
And then what?
What happens when it's a lump of gannet in your chest? Does it ever go back to pliable sand? What would motivate it to care? And why after years of friends, family, lovers, trying to drain the life out of it, why would it ever want to?
Broken hearts never mend. They may put a turnikate on and keep functioning. They may even close the gaping wound over time. But they never really, fully mend. The scars are there. And after a while scars upon scars turn to cartilage (I'm no doctor, but even I know that!)... and cartilage becomes so think and unflexible that it causes it's own pain in addition to the pain it's covering up.
It's a very real fear I have. The past few years have taken their tole on my heart from every angle. I believe that in life you get what you give... which leaves me as the common denominator, I'm smart enough to figure that out. But I look at the ones who've thrown daggers in the front and back of my heart the past few years including my immediate family, and all the ones I've put myself out there for and loved only to be betrayed in the end... and I ask myself the very serious question...What the fuck?
In each case circumstances vary. Family is definitely different than lovers, and friends obviously. But all I can think is, how can someone who's professed their love for you turn their back so quickly? To steel a line from Katy Perry... "spit me out like I was poison in your mouth". It's a valid question. I can't think of anyone in my lifetime that I have treated that way. Where one day I was on their side, and in their corner and the next I was throwing them under the bus. Standing by to watch it crush them with a satisfied smirk on my face. I just don't have that in me. I'm full of flaws, obviously. But I could never be cold and malicious like that. I can't get my head around how many people are that way though. Why are they always the ones I wind up trusting? When will my dumbass learn?
|Broken Heart... never brakes even|
~Written by: Sarah Centrella for Thoughts.Stories.Life
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