Break ups

Shattered is my heart

It still hurts to be apart

Thanks a lot for the hurt

My every dream has been burnt

I used to love you very much

Now I hate your every touch

Pick up my body parts

Keep throwing poisoned darts

I will take the last shot

Boiling my heart - it's in the pot

Feelings are all left for dead

No reasons to get out of bed

Obviously I have recently gone through a painful break up. This is the way I always deal with break ups. I write poems that portray my pain and hurt. It's a coping mechanism as good as any other. It might be the safest one of all the options. I've had plenty of break ups. I've turned to other means of coping as well: crying, light drinking and just plain old hatred. No matter how the coping begins, it always ends with a poem. It's inevitable and it means closure. Well, usually it means closure. With this particular break up and that poem... it's not over. Not yet anyways. It takes time I suppose and not much of it has passed. 

Anyways, I think I have shared enough of my personal life for this week. I hope you and I have a good year. 2012 - I'm glad it's over.

Regina