For A Heart To Break

It doesn't have to be on a cold, lonely night for a heart to break,

A night is only cold and lonely because of the stinging ache.

Creeping memories, broken promises, an absence, simply a word would do the trick,

As you drown into the starry night, you're jerked with the realisation that you're left with nothing,

The voices are getting louder, but the night grows colder, lonelier,

You stare into the void as you try to find a voice to speak.

They always say that when it shatters, you won't know strangling from choking,

But to you it was like breathing in shredded glass and no pain can come as near.

For whom they ask are you bleeding?

'Leave me be, let me be' you beg and you plead.

You pick yourself up,

You keep it in,

You walk home,

And tomorrow's noon you feel the tears streaming because

It doesn't have to be on a cold, lonely night for a heart to break,

A night is only cold and lonely because of the stinging ache.

Poetry for Juliet

18/11