THE diaries of a Broken heart
The LETTERS OF A WEAK HEART
When I started writing this letter to your heart I hoped I could catch that deep dark eerie thing that makes my heart unsettle and conquer it in order to make it part of me. And as I watched the sun cut through the curtains of my window announcing the new arrival of a innovative day, my skin screamed to death NOT life waiting for you touch. Truth to be told you make me feel sensations which I never knew they ever existed. For all the things that I adore in this life, these little things that I hang on to you make me breathe life so hard that sometimes it suffocates my lungs. I have never felt so alive, for every time you breathe life into me, your words play through the string of my hair, and I feel like Aphrodite has descended and gave us her blessing. And in every word my heart screams for you to be apart of my life. It is like magic that stings that sing in their beauty and make the body float in emotions that can never be lived again.
Your touch makes my world go round and as I look into your eyes I can’t help but want to embrace your soul into mine. Darling if words could really convey what emotions you stir inside then even the angels are speechless. And I wondered a thousand days and nights about how you make my heart complete, and every time I thought about the first time we met, you made my body cry tears, and it turned so wet. For until today I never considered myself that blessed until we met for every word can never tell you how much I burn inside waiting for your presence.
From the start, I loved you so much that it hurt my soul, yet all that pain, all those trials we’ve been through have turned me whole. And as I look now and the end of the day, which I spent trying to capture your grace, I wonder about the love that made me whole. It was your words that gave me life. It was those words of yours that helped me stand and find my way through life. But most of all, you taught me that I had to forgive and love myself before expecting that from others.
And as I watch the sun fade away, carried on the back of the wind, I feel betrayed. For your silence keeps me in pain. Oh for so long I tried to have you for myself and now death has stolen you from my heart, ripped it open and tore you from my flesh. I tried to fight and eventually I knew deep down inside that in that night, that treacherous night, I lost not only your bliss but also my heart. And as I watched the clouds drift away, I felt the sun freezing the blood in my veins, its rays stinging my body, dropping my soul into misery and pain. Forgive me for I have failed you, turned weak when it was strength which you taught me. I have been defeated my pain my love but trust me I can’t go on no more. I simply can’t. Forgive me for I have grown weak on you and lost faith. I tremble, for I couldn’t save you and by that I lost myself. I love you so much that it hurts my soul. Drenched in emptiness I have walked through your funeral waiting to have my soul join you in death, yet the sun could never warm my face. “Constrained by time and frozen by the cold still I found myself shivering under the rising sun.”
”My Tear don’t fall crashing around “my fragile body. I want to join you for I have nothing left to hang on to this life. Forgive me for I have grown so weak on you for I have been so alone since you have been gone.
Forgive for I can’t go on, Forgive for having you leave in silence. Forgive me for I have grown so weak and fragile inside.
I love you so much that it hurts my soul
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