Broken Hearted

It’s hard to look into your eyes, not because I’m shy but for the flashbacks they replay; retake and teleport me to a sad past quite unforgettable.

Let’s roll it away, play the “throw a blind eye” game with smiles and courteous gestures. But the bitterness lingers on my tongue, gulping harsh words left unspoken, cover-ups with nice questions like “how’re you doing?”

My lungs about to burst as I sniff constantly, fighting back tears, but before was left breathless by your beauty so appealing and addictive. Now, the growling of a treacherous beast resound aloud with your heartbeat, only a fool would claim not to have noticed.

The temperature around you keeps dropping, explains why I’m frigid and heartbroken. Yet you act like it’s nothing, like it isn’t suicidal hanging around your climate. I’m not nervous, I’m freezing with your love turned hate and the frustration that remains.

Even with the warm embraces, my brain can’t fore-go the cold shoulders you gave. I yell at my eyes to behave but they keep blinking, soon tears dance down my cheeks without shame…

Maybe later, maybe never, but for now, we’re fuel and fire, nothing close to anything good together, just some delayed disaster.