#bellapoetry

This is a POEM with a loooong ramble attached. Feel free to skip the ramble after listening to the poem :)

A break up is more horrific than hollywood makes it seem. It is not the one day ‘yes’, one day 'no’ milkshake love story we endlessly see.

It is instead the cautious daily peeling of your lovers clenched fists from around your heart. A jeweler guarding their most precious treasure. Every morning another inch, another finger prized apart, another soul relic stolen back in the quiet dark…

Until finally, their dreaming hands are left to grip only each other.

Your heart is freed - but no victory. Squeezed so long by love It is unsure misshapen, dented.

Left to tip toe out of loves embrace; a thief at dawn. Carrying its battle-bloody self away. The precious jewel the lover clenched in their fists has performed its own robbery.

Alarms and sirens! Fire departments and 999! The chaos of rescue must be called to this burglary where lovers mouth is a black hole of screams, Pacing and wailing endlessly Nails scraping palms for any sign of the beloved jewel now just a mirage in their dreams. “Fill the streets with flyers! A search party! A reward! Bring me back my ward!” the lover shouts desperately.

But silence ensues, A pen on a page A tear-made ink stain A pillow-muffled scream behind a locked door Is all the world hears

For the reclaiming of ones own heart Is deemed a crime Only by art.