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What hurts more, pain or love?
To me it's neither, for I am accustomed to both,
And yet I'm not, since it hurts all the same,
The cut with the knife can bleed and heal again,
Unless you cut to deep.
The broken heart,
Can it be healed so quickly?
Never.
No patch can repair what another has severed.
The broken heart offers experience and mockery.
Never do it again or you shall suffer,
The killed one has suffered enough,
No pain should fall from eyes in form of liquid again,
Yet for me, the liquid is red as rose,
The ones that twist outside my window,
Reminding me of what I lost,
In one fell swipe, like death's great sythe,
To condemn me forever into darkness.
What happens to my heart from this?
It's gone. It exists no more, I say.
It's not broken,
It's lost.
Lost forever,
I won't get it back,
the fate's echo "Never"

I lost my heart to the waves on the doomed beach,
The wave's made me smile for once,
Unfortunately the fates despise my smile,
They pushed to shore someone to replace me,
A radient being that I can never compete,
Their smile enchants them,
My face is turned away.
I trip and fall on the wet sand in tears,
The waves take opportunity to rip me in two,
Stab me through the heart with a dead branch long taken,
And take it without consent from my breast.

I lay there bleeding on the beaches' sand,
And willfully pray my heart will land,
On some other doomed beach, where I can stay,
But no,
The Fates took my heart away,
Crushed it with wave and rock,
Sank it to the bottom of the sea,
Buried it for a thousand years,
and banished the wretched me.

I walk this world without a heart.
I felt I had one yesterday,
But I was proven wrong,
I'm heartless now,
There's nothing more about it,
Since my heart is long gone,
And the hole in my chest is prominant.