By Mizani Brooks
Glass heart pieces drop to the floor of my stomach
As I hear the words that I don’t believe,
And I try to keep the tears that I want to shed at bay.
My chest feels like it is turning into a black hole,
As pain angrily grows and expands through my chest, it is too much
And still I ask myself why, why.
Affections of one-sidedness, destroys the soul
Making it become dark oozing blackness,
And the freezing cold of Arctic tundra.
This must be a nightmare, from my own subconscious,
it just can’t be real. What makes it worse, is when you ask for a hug
The water breaks free from the dam of my eyes and flow free
And I feel myself going numb and into the darkness
As you tell me, “It’s over.”