When You Follow Your Heart

"Breaking at the cracks"

The time shown on the clock 

is utterly absurd

I thought the door shook with a knock,

but my mind replays what I want to be heard.

You left with such dismay

You didn't say a word.

But that's what happens when you follow your heart,

your chances can't go on after third. 

Their warnings and cautions were soon ignored

by my heart that kept the flow alive.

The flaming fire that assured me ducking for the floor

is where I somehow managed to calmly lye. 

"Run as fast as you can, my dear,

don't listen to his bittersweet excuses exchanging the lies."

But that's what happens when you follow your heart,

it's hard to land after taking off for flight. 

If only I could go back and change the past,

I would relive so much that I let go of.

You know, I didn't see it coming. It all came so fast

but those little moments, I'd change my mind, when he'd call me Love

I assured myself it was all right, God understands

He knows how much I love this boy, He's looking down above

But that's what happens when you follow your heart,

my excuses I once made for him redundantly never added up. 

Well, whatever must become of me, 

the option is not regret

I should've known how you can't start what's not meant to be

I hope one day he'll wake up and realize it's me he can't forget

Sometimes as I lye awake at night,

I reminisce in the moments before I met you

As I lay dying, my chest is rmembering the days it felt alive

But that's what happens when you follow your heart;

every hello ends with a goodbye. 

Author's Note

This is for a group. I hope you like it.

Reviews

[Mark]

Hannah, I was unable to glean your age from your Biography, but I'm assuming it's fourteen to seventeen, thereabouts. I recognize the fatalism, the finality in these lines. May I say only that nothing is as dire as we imagine it to be at this tender age. Not EVERY Hello ends with a Goodbye, unless you have pre-programmed yourself to expect it, and have erected your defenses in anticipation of it. Enjoy every relationship to the utmost, as long as you can, and take from each a lesson to help you in the next. Pain is a choice we make, and we can just as easily choose NOT to wallow in that sty.
Apart from this little life-lesson, I might counsel you to work on your spelling, and on making your line lengths more nearly equal, in order that your poetry flow from your overfull heart more fluently, the better that more may appreciate its depths and subtleties. nice effort, hope to read more of you.

[nono]

I love it! I'm really glad people are getting into the prompts. Keep up the awesome work! This really is something amazing! I love the very last line. Beautiful finishes it up perfectly!