My heart was hurt :'(
My heart is torn into chunks.
A simple sea of emotions.
Parts are of old love;
Others are of distaste and confusion;
And more seemingly of total neutrality
In ways I have become the Sylvia Plath of the part of tormented existence;
Coaxed into a nightmare of oppression.
Whipped into lamenting
I even have a distaste for myself;
Ashamed of those 44 days.
Bitter of the following 10.
But tomorrow gives hope.
I have a chance to know.
A shot at redeeming;
For there is a shadow of uncertainty
Somehow illuminating the path.
There's even a small part of me mourning;
Wanting to get back together again.
To reverse the clock to experience December 11th again.
But the majority doesn't.
Dreams of her demise