Admired from afar: Finale, Part III

First heartbreak is always the worst, the second is different though somehow

It's not exactly easy,
To break off your feelings towards another;
Without damaging anything.
It's hard.

You can't just go:
Kapeesh!
And you don't love the man anymore,
Nothing's ever that easy.
It just doesn't work like that.

The feelings I have for people are wires
Wires connected to my heart
Containing the feelings I have for them

Can your imagine how it'll be like to tear one of those wires out?
How excruciating the pain is?
The gaping hole in my heart where it was once?
My heart becoming hollow?
My feelings emptying out?

I become meaner,
Colder.
Harsh.
Without even noticing,
Without trying,
It's a reaction,
Automatic.

But if I don't I makes matter worst;
Because if one can't return my feelings,
The wires just becomes a river.
Draining my heart's joy to a empty void,
Eating away at me.

Sooner or later,
Whether the deed was commited by me,
Or by him,
The line will snap

It will hurt,
Worse than anything,
Enough to make you breakdown into sobs

Though,
No longer will my feelings be wasted.
No longer will my heart be consumed slowly.
No longer will I succumb to it.

Because that hole it my heart
It will heal.
Time.
Family.
Friends.
Love.
Happiness.
Joy.
Bliss.
Support.
All of it will take the pain away,
And heal my large wound.

Because in the end,
Heartbreak or not,
Let it be a death;
Or a leaving,
Or a divorce.
We need to learn to carry on.

To pick up our sorry buts,
And get our lives moving.
Because life holds more than we can imagine:
It's path full of promise and ambition.
Someday, we'll get to hold those stars in our very own hands,
Because we made it.

Author's Note

Dedicated to those who've lost something important