Believe me, I’ve searched high and low
For a cure that could mend my heart,
But there are newer cracks now,
Ones that weren’t here before.
And why wouldn’t there be?
We never break quite the same,
We somehow piece it whole,
It’s never the same way twice.
Shards with jagged corners,
As we gather, cut in deep,
Bleeding out a hand so scarred,
You think I’d grown wiser.
But I am human, after all,
And as I hurt, I weep,
Trying to heal my broken heart,
Once again, right from scratch.
It doesn’t hurt so bad anymore,
Heartbreaks once shattered me,
But that was long ago,
When I’d cry myself to sleep,
Choking on my tears,
Telling myself I’d never love again,
But of course, that was a lie,
Because I eventually did.
Hearts don’t mend
And the cracks remain,
But time heals all,
Even the neverending pain.
There’s no cure for a broken heart,
The tears wash away with the rain,
Just let them fall, cry out your heart,
When the time comes, you’ll love again.
∼© Shubhangi Srinivasan.