A Broken Heart Still Beats
by Bigg-G
I know what it’s like to want,
To feel the hunger rumbling deep inside my gut.
I know the emptiness is there but I refuse to believe in it.
If I truly believe that it will disappear, then maybe it will someday.
Maybe my deepest fears will cease and my nightmares will stop.
But no matter what day of the week I still think of you.
I think of the happiest times we shared and the funny think is now,
They make me break down and cry.
I tremble every time I think of what I don’t have.
I’ve been alone so long, wondering if you
Are going to be the last person that I fall in love with.
I know you’re happy elsewhere, I can feel it in my bones.
The worse thing about me is that I want you to feel as miserable as I do.
I want you to be lonely even if there’s someone else lying beside you.
I find comfort in wishing that I could possibly be the
Only one to touch your heart so deep, they way you touched mine.
But I think I’m lying to myself.
I’m telling myself that we’re who we once were.
And time hasn’t healed my broken heart.
It’s grown bitter and harsh with the coming of age.
I do not think I will ever love again, the way I loved you.
I will never touch someone’s cheek or push back
Someone’s hair just to gaze in his or her eyes.
I will never kiss so soft or passionately the way my lips touched yours.
I will never hold another in my arms and feel as safe as I did with you beside me.
My only company now is my tears.
I can confide in them.
They know my inner thoughts and feelings better than I do.
Soon even my tears will fade away and my make believe
World will fall apart around me.
Then I will have to face the truth.
It’s over.
You’re gone.
Until then, my one true love, I will have to slowly let you go
And learn to say good-bye.
DgsII©, 08/2006
