Broken Half

A part of me is weeping.
Another part of me is full of joy.
A painful war between the two of them.

Of love and lost and harsh words.

A part of me doesn't feel complete no more.
As if the air has become harder and harder to breathe.
There is this empty space in my heart...
That weeps and weeps and mourns without peace.

I cry in rage and lost.
Feeling so many memories crash into my my mind.
Flashes of what was between us, a bond close to our very hearts.
Friends who saw each other...even through the darkest times...
Bodies holding close together, holding tightly without words being spoken.
Eyes locking together...knowing each others hurts...and lost...

While she pains and raptures, the other looks on...

She looks into this with distance...
She comforts the one that grieves and that has fallen apart...

Comfort me my angel.
Mend this heart full of weeping.
She cries but is so quiet...
I think she will forever feel this broken connection now...