I’m Tired of My Heart Hurting
I’m tired of my heart hurting.
Tired of picking the pieces up off the floor over and over again,
Finding that they never fit back together quite the same way.
The edges are jagged and sharp,
No more smooth, soft sides.
Some of the tiniest shards are missing now,
Lost forever.
So when I do try and put the pieces back together again,
There are gaping holes where love used to be.
Where trust used to live.
Where faith and belief and hope used to reside.
I’m tired of my heart hurting.
The pink, luscious plumpness that used to beat with love,
Is now a dark, bruised purple from the beating that it’s taken.
The pumping of life-giving blood is a little slower until triggered again,
And then it instantly goes from shy and hesitant to fast and anxious,
Jumping right into fight-or-flight mode.
Waiting for the inevitable.
I’m tired of my heart hurting.
