All of us tend to define heartbreak in very differing meanings.
As with our vast and differentiated love languages we use to express our feelings to one another, the things that shred our hearts to dust lies in the same pool of meaning.
Time, money, attention, remembrance, efforts, inclusion.
Who would have thought that love could be both physical and/or emotional conditioned, huh?
The sword that ripped my heart apart was the sharp end of the hands of the clock.
I never understood why the person I want forever with is always on the run.
Then what would forever means if I'm not where you want to spend your eternity with?
What would my forever feel like being left alone with only your thoughts in my head?
I'm becoming the things I hate, you know.
I'm always on the run, always finding an escape route the same way you did when you're here.
I don't think that's how I want my love language to sound like, though.
I want to be present for the people I love.
I don't want to live only as thoughts in their heads.
Press my nose up to glass around your heart
I should've known I was weaker
from the start.
I want to love the next person I'll love with utmost kindness and without walls.
I hope you will love the next person you'll love without your clocks ticking to a non-existent countdown.
Your love language are brilliance and of a swooning hurricane. Now if only you could take your sweet time engulfing the town with your might.
