Crushcrushgone

I’ve never had a broken heart

But it’s suffered many blows

And as much as I’d like to say

That it gets easier, it doesn’t

…

Getting punched in the cheek still hurts

As much now as it did a day ago

Same goes for the heart except

The wounds take longer to heal

…

There are no cuts to bandage

And no bruises to tell friends not to poke

There are just aches and pains

And this awful empty feeling

…

It almost makes you want to cry,

This ache that won’t go away

It doesn’t go away easily either

Just keeping thudding until you replace it

…

You either replace the space with another

Or you go numb

I’ve done both and

Both options blow-chow

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It doesn’t feel good to be shoved out,

Who’s that girl by the door?

Nor does it feel any better to be numb

Is there a heart in here? I can’t tell

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Eventually, after you’ve been beaten down enough

You begin to go numb whether you want to or not

It’s either this or you sob night after night

It’s your choice really, so choose wisely

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Is it better to be emotional about everything?

Cry uncontrollably when you break up

Or is it better to put on a shield?

Tell them its fine when really it’s not

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Can we be a little of both?

Cry when we want to but

Be strong when we need to?

Is it possible, or are we stuck in black and white?

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There is only so much a heart can take before

Crush

Crush

gone