Broken hearts…

I think I’ve acquired a taste for broken hearts…
The chest pain that makes it hard to breath because you literally feel your heart breaking while its whole.
The trembling hands that wipe away sorrowful tears that blind the soul with aching.
The dazed stares that draw you into memories of all you’ve lost.
The immense sadness that brings the meaning of life – of love into question.

It’s all too familiar now…

– Mamello Maitse

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How do I get back up

Like shattered pieces of glass scattered, my bare feet press against you.
You pierce my skin so deep it cuts my heart – I bleed.
Lodged into my feet you inflict pain with every step – I surrender.
My stride is broken, so to my knees I fall – I crawl.
But even on my knees I still feel you.

How do I get back up?

– Mamello Maitse