You wouldn't know how....
You won't know how much you are broken until these words finally speak to your heart, your mind and soul...
You won't know how much you are broken until your heart cries out "I am tired" and then your soul replies "Yes, You are"
When something like a certain poisonous snake sits in the center of your chest. You feel it there, crawling, gnawing, moving sometimes to the left and other times to the right and sometime it just sits in the middle of your chest, it begins to stretch to stand, you cannot stop it, this moment you are it victim, so it continues it's oppression, causing so many pain in your heart, your hand zooms to your ear, your head, your hair, the snake continues.... But admidst it all, you know too well, you admit; there is no snake there.
All that is there may be;
The pain of an unrequited love
The pain of a biting love
The quest for change
The pursuit of freedom.
You don't know much how much you are broken until you open your lips to scream, no words not even a sigh escapes your lips but you can hear it all there in your head;
Like the the voices of everyone in the whole world can suddenly be heard by everybody.... Such conflict, such confusion, such terror
You wont know how much injury it has been until you have shed all that it is to shed in your eyes and all that is left are those sad eyes, lonely heart, beating always
Sometimes dull
Sometimes sharp
Sometimes aching
At times gay
Sometimes alive
Some moments, close to some kind of death.
If I be running mad now, do not come to take away my sanity dear lover, I would rather be insane than wake up to the reality of love and it's broken wings, sometimes flapping, sometimes wet and messy, at time foolish, most times underserving.
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