Heartbreak

-Heartbreak

2230. A hole punctured - so perfectly - into my heart.
As if it was always there - ever concealed.
Only to be noticed upon close scrutiny.

And as yet the times of bliss piles up upon this irreversible scar,
never will it be entirely healed.
As while the closest of times we speak the happiest of moments,
the saddest of heartbreaks reigns through it all.

How often it is that the greatest comfort lies in one's imaginations?
That our rise and falls, come not in reality.
Saints as we may seem,
our expectations of others do fall short.

All our lives we chase a light that may have never been there.
such emptiness, such inadequacy.
It is hard to satiate our desires.
As our desires may only be elusive.

Set upon this heart of fire,
I may choose to walk the stones of hell.
Burning feet. Burning pain -
May already be the lesser of the two evils.