The Aching Muscle That Is A Heart

My heart is aching.

The gears have ceased to function properly due to lack of proper care

and constant rust.

Contradictions, irrational ideas, horrid negativity escaping from you gorgeous lips.

It molds the gap between happiness -although ephemeral- and a seemingly lucid yet somber manner. 

Everyone is always going, never coming to stop by for a visit.

Please. 

Sit with me by the fire and put on a smile. If not for a minute, then for a 

fleeting second to make me feel warm. 

I'm afraid I'll do something that will leave you skeptical and afraid.

For heaven's sake. It's what always happens. 

I will crumple into a pile of nothingness before your feet. 

My heart was simply aching.

I am afraid for what occurs when it bursts. 

Reviews

[Khaldun Shabazz]

"Everyone is always going, never coming to stop by for a visit", such a dying art in this fleeting and hyper-evolving world we live in. I finished this poem with the impression that this is someone who appreciates life, but has accumulated a tasteful dissatisfaction with its numerous cons, yet, still loves it without having to justify. Neat!

[MoriartyMesa]

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[krish]

Nicely penn'd. words;re powerful.

[Neville]

Without wanting to sound like a stuck record, I think there is something a little bit special about your style of writing. It is after all, rather compelling and thoroughly enjoyable. Cheers. All Good Things, N

[L.Edward]

Your style has the feeling of classic English literature with a satisfying bohemeian flair to it. Very appealing to the palette.

[Sami Khalil]

A splendid read and write...Thank you for sharing...:)

[Zero_Edge88]

"To feel the fiery excisions of our hearts when it bursts into seams is no longer but ashes in the sight of what we have. The pieces that make it seem so beautiful is no longer red but of black because its reflection does its moment when it is burnt.

As to know this aching muscle is to know that each of us is hurting but they say it is temporary but solitary is inherent in our nature.

To sit with you would be of compassion not of flattery or pleasure. For when we are alone, the atmosphere of fear is mixed in the tumult that is coming from our heart and soul. As to the comfort of warmth may it not be a fleeting moment but of permanence that is missing from this very room that shivers you all around. So let us wish that time pass us by as those fleeting seconds become timeless and that minute turn into eternity for warmth of the heart I will give and a soul to wrap in sincerity would be of a benefit."

Overall, the feel of dejection and other emotions that comes from this piece is strong and as it hurts us to know that we are alone and that our hearts ache even more when we need someone but can't be there just crumbles us. It's the longing that we want to be wound up again and not be rusted by those who pass us by.

Thank you for sharing :)

[SyberRose]

I enjoyed reading your heartfelt words...full of emotion...Rose