What Becomes Of The Broken Hearted? - Poem by Jessica Holt
Everybody would like to know,
Is there life after love?
Or will the pain and suffering grow?
Looking for answers from up above?
The very first time is always the worst,
You cry and you beg till you can’t anymore,
You feel like you are in a sea submersed,
Doesn’t he understand it’s him I adore?
Incomprehension of how it could end,
Spiraling downward, slowly descending
Analyze whole relationships until ending.
Hatred for him becomes your new best friend.
Then the broken heart starts to recover,
You realize one day you are tired of crying
Tired of hating, and of overanalyzing
Life moves on, often with a new lover.
A scar will remain forever in your heart,
The broken hearted move on with a fresh start
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