Fractured

She finally found her little spark,

That only just saved her from eternal dark.

She somehow won the battle inside,

Decided no longer to cry & hide.

At first she thought her heart was broke,

All consumed each morning she woke.

The pain was bad, the second worst,

She even though she might be cursed.

She lost all faith in life & soul,

Hurt from loving too much, too whole.

Her confidence went to an all time low

And time was going, so fuckin slow.

She turned to drugs to help with the loss,

But nobody really gave a toss.

At first it worked to numb the pain,

But it made her lonely again & again.

She felt it niggling in the back of her mind,

How can anybody be so unkind?

Where the fuck did it all go wrong?

Was it her that caused it, all along?

She felt that nobody understood,

At times she’d give up, if only she could!

Memories plagued her every thought,

It’s was answers & reasons she vividly sought.

She finally realised she’d never get closure,

Or an explanation for why she chose her.

She had to accept that she did nothing wrong,

Except maybe have feelings that were way too strong.

It took her a year to get over the affair,

And now with Love she wouldn’t dare!

Because maybe her heart did brake and shatter,

But now it’s just like a minor fracture.

©️ pencil pusher poetry