• Did you know your heart can actually break? It can. I had always thought it was just a figure of speech. It's not. Now I understand. When it breaks, it's like a weight has been put in your chest, but yet you feel hollow and empty. And who knew your heart was so fragile? All it takes is a look, a word, and all the hope and happiness you had is replaced by a dull ache, consuming your mind, leaving no trace of the joy you had only moments ago. All you want to do is sleep, because in your dreams everything is as it was, and you don't have to face the cold unfeeling reality we all live in. Sometimes I wonder, if my heart stopped, would the pain go away?

    It's said that time heals all wounds, but it seems every wound leaves a scar, something to never let you forget what was. New wounds hide old, until if your heart breaks enough, all that's left is a crooked, unfeeling heart, to twisted by the pain that it doesn't notice the harm it does to others in it's quest for revenge. Pain only leads to pain, revenge to death. Such is the world we live in. Does this mean the death of love?

    Someone breaks our heart, so we in our grief turn around and hurt someone else, who neither deserved it nor warranted it. It's a seemingly unending cycle, and many can see no way out. Does this mean love is dead, we are better without? For the moment, I have fallen into despair at the loss of one I love, and I cannot see the hope, the light that lovers cling to. My head tells my heart " There will be another chance, another lover, another time, but be patient. Good things come to those who wait, and though your heart is hurting, it will fade. Be strong!" I know my head is right, but my heart does not wish to listen. So I write. Perhaps, by my writing this, my heart will hear, and perhaps I can face the day knowing thing will turn out alright. Perhaps.