Broken Hearts

Broken Hearts short poem

Photo by Peter Zuco

Why do we argue and fight?
And hurt someone we love?

Why does it take years to make and maintain a relation?
But just a second to break one?

Why have we become so insensitive?
And have stopped finding a reason?

Don’t we realize that it is ourselves we are hurting,
A pain we cause not to others, but ourselves alone.

A pain that we get used to,
That becomes part of our going in and coming out,
Thus, a habit to cause pain as well.

A relation broken, a person less to smile at,
Yet another moment of sadness added to our life.

What have we gained out of all this?
Broken hearts? Life moves on…no doubt,

But let’s just think…
Was that really needed?
Could have I avoided this?

Would you like to say sorry and mend it?
Even though it doesn’t appeal to your ‘EGO’.
Or would you want to just move on?

The answer my friend, is not with me
But with you alone…
Are you ready to face it?

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A stitch in time saves nine! Better to mend relationships than break them…Amazing writing!


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