When the Heart of a Poet Gets Broken

She doesn't burn photographs

She doesn't join therapy sessions

She doesn't smoke too many cigarettes

Nor she drown herself in alcohol

She scratches her wounds daily

And never let them heal

She doesn't get rid of the pain

Instead, she lets it grow on her

She waters the seed of sorrow with her tears

She feeds it with the manure of old memories

She takes it to sleep with her

And nurtures it in herself

Till the moment when every single drop of her blood gets replaced by this pain

Until her fragile heart can bear no more

And her soul starts overflowing with emotions

That's when she dips her pen into this pain

And empties her heart on a piece of paper

She bares her soul for us to feel

She creates poetry that the world would cherish for centuries to come