Chances of a Broken Heart (Revision 3-Final)

My heart has grown cold from a bitter love that aches even after numbness

I lost the love of my life

When it was over he walked away so effortlessly that I cried twice as hard

My feelings three times as strong

My heart deathly hammered hisses like the seething sea

Swaying from side to side

I am frayed like the fretted edges of my mother’s vintage skirt

I am but one tear and pull away from becoming a spool of unraveled thread by my lover’s feet

But I was willing to be worn over and over for you

Oh how I loved you,

And love you,

And leave you and need you,

See you, and keep you,

And breathe you,

Volatile visions play again and again

Please send somebody my way to stop the ringing

All of this beating,

And banging,

And cracking,

And popping,

And the grinding,

Depletes my soul from the noises of grief

If such a mourning ever had a sound,

It would echo like my tears,

Sound like my hurt, my ache, my pain,

Sound like some agony that beckons my heart form the grave

There is no love to laugh away the hours

My life is only a mirage of flashes,

Remembering the days when my love for you was enough

This love,

This passion,

Your yearning,

My fire,

Has all come undone

I thought that I’d be yours until time grew tired.