Akin to a feverish delurium

The memory of her,

in its raw form,

messes up my everyday mentality.

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In between the door

Right there, when he turned,

something was written in the air between me and him,

memories flashed in black and white

and a little part of it already blurred

These half blur yet vivid memories

they slam the door while my heart is in between

crushing it half on his side half on mine

Half wanting to leave these memories

stacked in a room and locked behind my head

The remaining half wanting to find the keys

From me to you, with love.

I knew I couldn’t watch you go when my tears decided to blur the sight of you leaving. I didn’t place my heart on your door so you could step on it on your way out. People learn. I have tied my emotions in ribbons so the next time I give my heart to someone, he’ll only ever have it when he decides to tear apart my gift-wrapped walls.

Oil on canvas
Artwork by Roy Rosatase

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you weren’t thought to grieve

you cannot make heroes out of people

but you cannot mend yourself either

when you’re too broken

too torn apart

you cannot

who will fix you then?

who will be there for you then?

when it’s been weeks since you had a glimpse of sunshine

when it’s been raining all week

you’re drowning in your own tears

this is what you do

listen carefully

you cannot make heroes out of people

and you’re too broken to fix yourself

you let the time past

you carry on broken

until broken is normal

one day you’re going to meet someone

whose a little too broken to love you

but you’re going to love

yes, you cannot make heroes out of people

but love makes the human of us

maybe not heroes with superpowers

but a man who can still love when broken

you are like a broken vase

there is art in your cracks

you are beautiful

we are all broken

you too will remain broken

but you will continue to love

you are going to love

and will find love

from someone who gives a value

in the art of a broken vase