hurting

why do i ask when the answers cut me to the bone?
why do i torture myself like that?
does it hurt more to know?
or hurt more to allow my brain to run through all the thoughts on its own?
either way my heart knows the truth and it just hurts...
and in all this time i still haven't found a way to make it stop hurting

sunsets

watching the beautiful sunsets after the rains have cleared
seeing the wonder and awe in the colors and clouds
feeling that black hole of loneliness at watching it alone

forever in pieces

heart broken...forever in pieces
never to be whole again
i try to put the pieces together
but it seems like some are missing
as if there is a constant hole
and i can't make it solid again
just a bunch of shattered shards is all that's left
of this broken heart