Found on Google Images. I own nothing.


Heartache by the dozen.

Soulaches by the second.

Every moment I think I’m living.

I realize, I’ve died.

I don’t feel anything.

I don’t need to anymore.

Because my heart may have cried for you.

Ached, sighed and screamed inside.

But I was nothing more than a shadow, barely worthy to be under you.

Because while my heart my have cried and whined and wailed.

I learned something more.

While my heart cried.

My soul died.

When it died.

I gave you up.

You are no longer my heartache.

I would rather you be a speck of dust, so that the ache in my soul is complete.

You are no longer out of reach.

I have simply grown up.

And moved on.

(c) Sara Harricharan

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