The worst thing

The worst things about breakups is knowing you can survive it
Your heart falls into the rhythm of knowing
Of knowing that this is not the end of the world
A thought, meant to bring some sense of calm
holds in its centre, the sadness that tears a heart to shreds

The worst thing about breakups is knowing you can survive it
While you realise that you are no longer in love
You start to doubt if you ever were
Your memories are relieved before you
And the very elements of your joy, dismantled
Tears now seem like a blessing
For as a man, you are distracted momentarily by the discomfort
The society expectation of your strength and emotional numbness

The worst thing about break ups is knowing you will survive it
You being questions the beating it felt in its heart
The heat you felt rise the first time you stared into those eyes
If you ever [really] held her as the sun of your world
one that brightens your day,
one that gives the moon with enough shine for your night
one that fixed a smile on your face
– even when the flames around turned your glory to ashes

The worst thing about breakups is knowing you can survive it
Knowing that you world was never assured
Knowing your heart was never forever
knowing your truth was never true

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