Tuesday, May 22, 2012

To heal a broken heart...


There is something to be said when your heart lays broken in pieces. I find that telling the story may help pick up those pieces and mend them back together.  This story is not mine, in doing so I hope her heart heals; because I write this for her.   

We all have taken some sort of leap of faith. We’ve accepted change, did something completely different; she was ready for love. She gave this man a chance, feeling safe and secure with him. He brought out a smile in her that she nearly had forgotten. They laughed they argued they made up. He sent her flowers to brighten her day, though her day ended with a shattered heart. He took back every word he said to her and told her he didn’t love her. He never meant anything he said to her. She was just another woman; because he was with another. Two women... three women... the lies came forth.  Her heart sank to the floor. He gave no reason. She crumbled inside. Every piece of her that she unlocked to him seemed to hurt.  Her insides screamed for a reason why. But there were no answers. She had to accept things.  

Nobody wins, not even the person whom claims to still love him or takes out their frustration on innocent people who did nothing wrong towards them except to fall for a liar.   

She tries to reassemble her heart, and in doing so she heard another heartbeat, one that wasn’t her own.  That heartbeat is what will breathe new life into her.