Have you ever heard of him?
I have.
I’ve heard he is cruel, unrelenting.
I’ve heard stories of his cold grip and sly smile,
stories of his most infamous strikes.
He was not someone I cared to come across.
Have you ever seen him?
I have.
I saw him coming and viewed him as a challenge.
If I was prepared he couldn’t hurt me.
He was quiet for a while just watching,
seeking to learn my weaknesses I suppose.
Lurking in the shadows,
waiting to greet me.
Have you ever met him?
I have.
When he came, I stood tall and looked him in the eyes.
That was all it took, just a single glance
and he had won,
it wasn't even a fight.
He placed pins in the corners of my eyes and tears became a steady stream,
He struck up a match in my lungs and breathing began to burn,
He filled my ears with water and I began to drown in my thoughts,
He took my heart
and did what he does best.
All as I stood back and watched,
I was an innocent bystander witnessing my own personal atrocity.
Have you ever heard of heartbreak?
Have you ever seen heartbreak?
Have you ever met heartbreak?
I have.
My quarrel with heartbreak is not one that will be told often,
but after I stitch up what he broke,
Will I be okay?
About the Creator
m raquel r
just looking for an outlet. aren't we all?
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