A Heartbroken Mess?

A clean page, my favorite pen
Rolled up sleeves, a comfortable chair,
I sat back and prepared myself
To write a heartbreak poem
Where my Cinderella story
Would be crushed to sand
And I’ll be left,
In a mess of tears
With slit veins, and broken heart.
Where my eyes would be empty,
My tongue in a never-ending
State of muteness,
As if paralyzed by my loss
And the pain my lover gave

A few lines later, my mind paused
My hands still,
And just then it clicked..
Was I also a heartbroken mess
Like many around and before me?
Or was I the one who will kick my pain
Aside and walk away with my head high...?

I remembered I always wanted to play soccer...I like to Kickass...
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~k~