Heartstrings plucked, sound hollow in the night
Echoes in my chest, no wrong, no right
Tried to stitch the seams, but the thread won't hold
Every memory heavy, turned my fire cold

Shadows creeping, corner of my sight
Your name a knife, cuts my mind on sight
Shards of trust, scattered on the floor
Every glance at the past, opens a door

Can't outrun, can't undo
The ghost of us, still lingers, too
Breath feels thin, the air won't move

Broken heart, shattered echoes
Falling pieces, never let go
Lost in the silence, screaming solo
Where did we go, where did we go?

Laughter's a ghost, haunts the halls of my brain
Smiles once painted, now smeared by the rain
Cried rivers, now the well’s run dry
But my soul still whispers your goodbye

Got my armor, but the cracks still show
Tried to fake strong, but the pain won’t go
Every tear a word, in a language you knew
Now I speak alone, in this shadowed hue

Daimalra © 2025

Broken Heart

student at University of California Berkeley, Berkeley, CA.

Independent philosopher, musician, visualizer and writer.
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