Miss Lonely Hearts

More of a confessional than a story...

Miss Lonely Hearts

Hearts don’t only break as a result of break-ups.  People never tell you that.  

They break from disuse, misuse, and loneliness.  They break all day, every day.  You try to keep the splintered pieces under wraps.  But every once in a while, a piece burrows it’s way into your skin.  It starts to bleed.  It’s not easily extracted.

 You’re afraid people will notice you struggling and in pain.  You’re afraid people won’t notice.  

You’re afraid.  You lack comfort.  You keep your head up as best you can.  The hurt, it’s undeniable.

Reviews

[Pryde Foltz]

They break from disuse, misuse, and loneliness. They break all day, every day. You try to keep the splintered pieces under wraps. But every once in a while, a piece burrows it’s way into your skin. It starts to bleed. It’s not easily extracted.

We need each other for that kind of distraction. Lovely write.

[Diana]

Thank you, Pryde.

[MoriartyMesa]

And what might have inspired this? It is the meaning behind the words that lead me to the question.

[Diana]

Life. Thank you for reading.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

You can really hear you heart talking.

[Diana]

Thank you.

[SquinklaPsyOps]

Use the positive waves to travel

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"they break all day every day"!

amen to that.


you take that which we take for granted, poetisize it...and make it so accessible...

we feel your heart in your work.

[Diana]

Thank you, Jacob.

[melissa]

nice I think lot of people can relate to this

[Diana]

Thank you, melissa.

[Dara]

I have always thought it better to have "loved and lost than never have loved at all". You have wonderful insight here, after all the heart is a muscle and if we don't use it we lose it. Very nicely done!

[Diana]

Thank you.