As I lay in bed I heard my heart whisper something, it asked if I knew it was broken.
Ironically, I’ve been avoiding this whisper for many nights now, yet today the silence was broken.
“No, I refuse to believe you” is what I replied.
“You cannot control my mind you already won with my heart.”
My heart kept me from sleeping tonight, my mind allowed my heart to win the battle.
We made a pact not to allow my broken heart to win.
We were doing so well for the last few nights, but tonight our pact was broken.
Tonight I fell asleep thinking of you, and I woke up an hour later and you were still on my mind.
I wonder if we could turn back the hands of time, would this heart of mine still be broken?
As I lay awake in bed tossing and turning, the pillow behind me serving as a replacement of you, it couldn’t deal with me too, just like you, it eventually disappeared to the ground.
I turned around and watched the pillow fall only to think how many times will I allow this to take place?
How many times will I allow everyone to fall out of my life and not do anything to shield them?
How many times will I allow my broken heart to win and not gain the confidence to defeat and win?
I am a person who loves to be in love yet I never allow someone to get in.
But, when I do allow them to get in, it’s not what they wanted or it is but they aren’t ready for it.
How can one continue to go on without a broken heart when no one wants the owner of it?
Too many questions, too many unknown answers, but as I lay in my bed, still tossing and turning, I can only wonder, if your heart is broken?