Missing pieces / heartbreak waves .

Missing pieces 

She panicked when she couldn’t find the missing pieces, shards of glass could have been pieced together one by one, but not when the pieces were missing. Not when they had been recycled and sculpted into something foreign to her. Her missing piece was different, she grew up and became different. Isn’t that growth? Isn't that found? 

This was a kind of hurt that was beyond an ex-lover’s heartbreak. This was a strong current, a wave of missing pieces washed upon the shore; that’s if they made it. This was a wave of blood thicker than water. To escape drowning she thought about flying. 

So, she flew above the strongest bloody wave because in that very moment she refused to drown. 

She flew! Fleeing the nest or freeing from the nest? Nests are supposed to be comfortable, warm, and loving. Her nest felt like thorns pricking her brain and a cage that barricaded her dreams. The moment she chose to be selfish was when a sandstorm of guilt built up inside and posed her numb. She planned this day in her head for way too long, prepared and made sure was not going to settle. Two trees were dying, they needed help. Distance remained the sacrifice. May the missing pieces reunite in peace.

~Maarya Valentina 

heartbreak waves .

i sit by the shore and romanticise

the pain you feed my heart until the water’s

illusion slowly rips my soul apart.

thoughtless foolish incomplete

you allow me to consume your toxins until 

they carefully consume me completely. 

i’m sorry, how careless of me.

thank you for eating my heart alive for

helping me swallow my pride but you see 

your pool of love is full to the brim with lies

and gaslight. beautifully disguised and

delicately placed behind your putrid eyes.

maybe i need a little more time.

maybe it’s time to go back to therapy

because i’m biting my lips until they bleed

endlessly trying to save you before you kill me.

an eye for an eye yet i still cannot see 

how we were once mechanically intertwined

held hostage by the starts in the night sky

as they quietly sang us soothing lullabies.

but loving me became an addictive sickness,

i let the water bear witness to your false claims

to change the power you keep hidden.

the same power that i nurse when the sun sets

every time you whisper your vengeful threats

my love for you finds its regret. you said

heartbreak doesn’t just arrive after love ends

for it swims beside it, patiently waiting for change.

darling, for me, heartbreak comes in waves.

~maysablogs