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Some things are more beautiful for having been broken.

Do you take the time to listen, to care, to see,
To touch what other souls don't wish to feel,
Are you fake or are you real?

Broken hearts, tormented souls lost within deep and the darkened sea,
Left with only those painful memories that you wish would finally flee,

Time goes by, yet the pain remains the same,
Gnawing at your mind, as the days unwind,
The peace you seek, you never can quite find,

Finality often depletes even the most courageous of souls,
It beats up the mind and takes its toll,

The heart forever wounded and broken like shattered glass,
Memories you wish to bury from the past,
You realize nothing is ever really meant to last,

People move on as they grow old, some become incredibly cold,
Many just content to exist, to play that endless game and phony role,
Just a few thoughts from a thinking mind and a weary soul....

you cuddle them, obviously. it's life support for your soul

You of course carry them inside...

At first, we might only be able to shut off the hurting bits, pulsing with pain. For some, this can be part of a numbing which makes it hard to love fully again. Don't be *that* person.

We cry because it was real...and we mourn the loss of relationship...that's natural...but don't wallow in it, because that is its own paralysis...

Whether or not we spend time on it, we often find that the bits are healing, a little at a time...

...some day, we might realize that the dark clouds are gone...that our sorrow is vastly decreased...that we find ourselves fancying others...

It's ok to hurt...it's ok to heal...it's ok to allow this process to take whatever time it will...

It's your precious heart, tied to your soul...the hurt is real. Respect it...but let it go so it can't poison you. We need others...it's ok...you'll be ok. Trust that.

You know, i think on this a lot: the nature of ones heart, life, experience and purpose of this meagre existence.

And one thing that helps me is to try and see my 'self' from a deeper/broader perspective.

Not that im religious, far from it: But consciousness and the concept of its possible eternity.
So i suppose what im trying to say is, my broken heart from this 'life', is but a tiny segment of what i truly might be. It helps minimise the pain of it.

We are heart, body, and mind. The body will die, the heart will stop, but i believe consciousness will go on .

And if it does, then i imagine there are deeper more meaningful things to seek than trying to mend a broken heart.
Like, why cry about spilt milk, when there is wine.

Im not saying its a cure, or that ive succeed. But its made me search for something deeper that hopefully means more.

Im not sure if this makes sense at all. But i do know, trying to find peace, realising this life may be but a small part of what i am, helps put heartbreak into a more digestible experience.

It still hurts, it still makes me angry, it still parylises my thoughts sometimes.
But i wonder if its something im supoosed to learn.
I mean, how can i be whole, if im still hanging on to a broken heart?

Maybe love is more than that, bigger than just two people ?

For now, i just try to love the small things ....sunshine, breath, food, the fact i can walk ,talk and think .

I mean, it could be worse, i may have never learned how beautiful love was in the first place .
At least when i die, i know what it is to be so deeply and satisfyingly in love.

Yes, the loss of it hurts, ( and sometimes crushingly so). But you know , id take that over never knowing how beautiful it can be.💜

Every time I have experienced a broken heart, I have put it together slowly and more stronger. My broken heart spoke of my truth that I needed to see and understand and with that awareness, I could put it all together again.

It’s just like anything else. If it’s broken, let the dr fix it. That’s what they do.

Once you’ve had that therapy, combine it with a good diet and exercise. A healthy mind and body works wonders.

As for the lost love, water always finds its level. Someone will sweep in to fill the void. That’s just the way nature works. There’s more than one true love for all of us. You just have to allow it to happen.

You have to participate in your own success. Start with smiling at yourself, then others. Let your beauty touch others. I’ve seen your smile. I guarantee it will work. 💯

Slowly but steadfastly, work around the clock, to put all the pieces, back together again.
😊🤗🌷

I collect the broken hearts on my enemies and keep them in glass display jars. Ok, they are really just mason jars, but I'm on a budget.

Some heartbeats, beat to a different drum.

I use them to allow me to cry and fume and rant.
Then I put them on a table and get some glue. This is usually going out walking, running, playing outdoors. Then I find someone who understands and just have nice conversations with them.
The pieces then begin to come together and that's how I fix a broken heart.
Nature can be a real healer!

Gather them up and put them in your pocket for now. When the time comes you will be ready to look at it again, put some parts together over time. It may not be new again, but it won’t be broken forever. Let me know if I can help!

Ever try to fix a broken keepsake? With tape or super glue?
It's never really the same, even if it meant the world to you. 😞🤗❤️

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Put it in the box and bury somewhere far far away so that it doesn't matter anymore.

Hearts either keep beating or go still.
Rest is drama.

Just moved along

Lawd knows.

Once something like that is shattered, it never shines like it once did , even if glued back together with kindness and love from another. 😔

You can give it to me and let me mend your broken heart