Broken-Hearted Masochist

So many times

Those words popped into my mind

A tiny little whisper

Was what my heart would have preferred

But, I knew you’d have heard

 

So I lay quietly next to you

Wishing for, hoping for

Things you’ll never say

‘Cause the silence is murdering me

 

I wish I could learn

But I keep going back,

Though I know it hurts.

I’m a broken-hearted masochist

And it’s just getting worse

 

Let me have my tiny piece of happiness

Don’t tell me to go away

‘Cause for a while, it hurts less

For a while, my heart isn’t so gray

 

Light a match

And let the fire burn

‘Cause the heat melts my heart together again

 

Until the flame is gone,

When my heart falls cold, and breaks

Becomes filled with aches

Brokenness is hard to create

But you’ve opened up the floodgate

Reviews

[joshua deathdealer]

This is really good. Well done.

[Rene Velez]

nice poem, excellent imagery...

[Kenneth The Poet]

Excellent. I love the rhyme scheme in the last stanza.