They say the best way to overcome heart break is to realize the benefits of losing you,
The benefits of no longer to having and to holding,
Never to feel your soft lips kiss my forehead or the warmth of your sweet embrace,
To push forward all the bad memories,
Having them lead me to believe that my life,
Once ours,
Will be better off without them.
But then days go by,
They become weeks,
Weeks become days,
And years become a lifetime of YouTube tips that gunshot wounds more than glaze.
Forever can be just a minute,
Frozen in time this notion that broken hearts mold.
Left not just clothes,
Not just a body,
But a family that needs those quarrels just to get to the I'm sorry,
A family that love knew no bounds of expression,
Left in drought of your absence filled recession.
Will this broken heart simple chants mend?
Or will I yearn so desperately my life through Rx meals end?
Will I always hold on to the fading memories I held?
Fleeting faster as the years go by,
Until I've become empty from the grief inside.
The funny notion that broken hearts heal,
Grief is still unspent love for those not figuratively killed.
