Delicately Broken

I cried pretty tears over you, almost as deadly as the day you broke my heart.

You never meant to hurt me, with your whispered words and the way you spoke, not-quite-love but as close to it as a tangible dream. Yet still, years down the timeline of us, you broke me into shining pieces without even knowing. They glittered on the floor by your feet but you didn’t look down; you skirted around them as if they didn’t exist. Perhaps it was better that you didn’t see me breaking, shimmering down the slope of the happiness you gave me. Perhaps it was better that I cry without you.

The walls of this room were filled with the memories of times long gone, where things seemed as easy as wishing for the sun and it appearing at your window. It felt like for a second, the sky and world and universe were ours; you could reach out and touch the stars with a fingertip if you tried. In the quiet of midnight, we held each other in a lose embrace, never thinking it was necessary to tighten our hold. I was quite simply impervious to worry; I was strong.

Rolling past me in a wave, your perfect destruction ruined me, gradually. It is only now that I break completely, clean down the middle as the happiness, built by the thought of forever, reels back. It’s almost a poem, with one stanza left to scatter in the wind, the rest of your stanzas moving forward. If I were not your forgotten verse, I would rejoice.

I do not blame you for looking at the wings of a girl who greeted you with a smile. A mirror of it freezes on my face, cracking like a pane of glass from a scream: it slips away, such a precious thing stored in a locked box. You had the key, wrapped in silver paper. When I ask? You will say you have lost it. You will say you have given it away, that I must break the box in order to retrieve the thing you chase after now.

You’re on the other side of paradise, myself too tired and too weary to run to you. We are two wilting flowers in a sea of wilted flowers and I can’t help but take comfort in that. You have separated us, snipping our thread with scissors made of “sorry” and there are too many aches in my heart to mend it. Is this the end, then?

I sit here and cry pretty tears in a pretty room. My heart is so exquisitely broken that it is almost like a song, yet the song has no voice. It lies there, hidden behind pretty eyes; it stays put, behind the shadow of a shattered smile; it beats in the quiet of an untold story. Nobody waited for it and so it waits for nobody, glorious freedom just out of reach.

I ask you this: if my tattered wings fanned out behind me in the most graceful of goodbyes, would you notice?

This was a piece I’ve been wanting to write for a while. I really hope you like it!

From Elm πŸ™‚

42 thoughts on “Delicately Broken

  1. Elm, your simply an angel, there’s no other way to put it? Love this post, but love you more!!!! πŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œπŸ’œ

  2. I VOTED ON YOUR TWITTER POLL. I dont even know how the hell I’m supposed to compliment your writing? please tell me you are writing a poetry book or something soon? I WOULD ACTUALLY NOT EVEN KIDDING BUY YOUR WORK.

    • YOU ARE MY FAVOURITE PERSON THANK YOU!!! With me the thing is I can do descriptive writing and that but when it comes to plot, I’m a bit shaky 😦 That’s what I need to work on!

  3. This is a wonderful piece of work. Simply amazing really!!! I loved the emotion and could feel it. Keep it up!

    Oh and sorry to hear you went through this in your life. Heart breaks (was it a heart break of some form? Correct me if I am wrong. trying to look for the right words. :/) can really be tough when they happen, even if it was not some horrible ending. Like anything though time heals all wounds. I hope you are feeling better now. ❀ Writing is great for that though too, very therapeutic.

    • Your comment was so thoughtful and lovely; I really appreciate that! πŸ™‚ And it was a heartbreak, sadly. I’ve got over the original heartbreak but a situation happened a few days ago which… Re-broke my heart a little? I think that’s the right word for it.

  4. Elm I absolutely love this piece and I found myself quoting your words on my piece,I just keep getting back here to re-read this because it speaks to me in a special way

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