22 August 2012
My heart, Though broken, Stubbornly insists on Beating on, pumping life Into my veins, when all I want is for them to lie Open, empty, red pool Of what used to be Me. But my heart, Though broken, Insists on Beating On.
My heart Should just give Up, flatline, no regular Bump-bump-bump on the ECG, instead I'm stuck in a Living death between each Sticky-thump, a crushing Hollow pain, cracking Ribs, piercing lungs; A heart attack of Desperate and Unrequited Love.
My heart, Though broken, Stubbornly insists on Beating on, And on, And on.
Heartbreak • Opuss № I