I met it for the first time when I was five,
when I witnessed my mother's own right in front of my eyesAs she cried and broke and lost every meaning,
shattering me to the mind, the soul,
to my very beingIt said hi to me when my grandfather died,
Not a friend yet, and I asked it to hideBut too long it seemed, that I didn't want it to see me,
Because when it came out of hiding, the sight of it almost killed meI was seventeen and I had my first love,
I didn't know what love was because my parents never had loveAnd so I thought that if I didn't know love I shouldn't know it either,
But I recognised it instantly like webs do their spidersIt tried to acquaint itself to me for two whole long years,
And I rejected it with all my powers, there's no way I'd call it a friend dearThen I thought I would never love again but then he came to me,
Quiet as snow and pure as my feelings he snatched it from meSo it left and I laughed because oh what happiness it can be,
To be with a person who can restore my faith in meBut I should have known that faith is as fragile as plate,
Because when I realised it was too little too lateBecause healing is only an illusion once your heart has been broken,
To me it happened when I was five, when my childhood was stolenSo the glue was broken again and I realised it in the end,
The one who has always been with me, through to the very endIronic that it never left me, when all my love had went,
And it will still be right next to me, today, tomorrow, again and againFor its loyalty I stand, and I should tell you its name,
It's name is Heartbreak,
And heartbreak is my only friend.
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Affliction
Poetry{highest #1 in Poetry #1 in Poem 21/08/2019} A collection of poetry drabbles by a crazy mind trying to find its way in this crazy, broken world *images used are not mine *I may make allusions to other poetries, books, plays, or songs *CAUTION: may...