Love, Poetry, Writing

Heartbreak. A prose poem.

My heart was broken, and the pieces lay
scattered across the floor like so much
fractured crystal. It lay where it fell for
days,
weeks,
months.

I fixated on my shattered heart for
a long time. Everywhere I looked,
everywhere I walked, I was in danger
of cutting myself on a fragment.
Visitors and friends stepped delicately
around the shards like navigating a
minefield.

Every once in a while I would think about
tidying up. But the strewn slivers were a
reminder both comforting and saddening.
One day, I awoke to find the pieces were
gone, as if they had never existed; never
split and skewed, never callously been
torn out and flung aside.

I walked out into the fresh air, the hum
of the world around me. I still remembered
my broken heart, and the pain of
every
little
piece.

But it was time to move on, and face
another heartbreak.

Maybe this time I’d find some glue
to hold my heart together.

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42 thoughts on “Heartbreak. A prose poem.”

  1. Beautifully explained. I loved the imagery of the broken pieces of glass laying on the floor and everyone is trying to avoid them. So sad that we all have to go through this but I suppose it’s worth it when you finally find “the one.”

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  5. I cant wait for the day I can feel the fresh air on my skin, I am suffocating with the pain of picking up the glass that lays on my feet while I try to put my heart together.

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  7. This is how i feel when i left my ex She hurt me so many times, Can’t gone say want he did but he broke my heart over and over again and Everyday since November 28th til this very day i am still trying to pick up my broken pieces of my heart and i couldn’t fight it anymore so i left him i was the one who was fighting the world but at the end of the day i knew it was the right thing to do, And still Trying to find the other pieces

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      1. Yeah it wasn’t and yeah i moved on from that because i use to cry everynight thats when my depression got worst and he made me feel like a friend then a girlfriend we date’d for like 10 months and for those 5 months we yell’ed we scram over the phone on facebook it was hard but that was last year when i left him i haven’t cried for him since 3 months ago i am trying to move on i think this therapy will help with this

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      2. And thank you for all you’r Kind words I am glade i made this Blog for one to get my feelings out their and get heard and find people who is going though depression also and Read want people say about me and how i can get though this and stuff and thank you so much 🙂

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      4. Okay i have no worries but still you’re a kind person we all need that in this world anyways thank you for liking my post’s and stuff

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      1. Lol yeah i can write without looking at the key board because in school i use to be in key boarding so my teacher teched us to type fast so i will try lol

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  10. Wow. Beautiful, painful, very relatable. Thanks for sharing…

    I hope you have time to take a look at my blog, too? It is a book, so maybe a good place to start is the beginning… My own beautiful, painful, hopeful story and experience.

    Have a merry December!

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