i had written phrases

trying to express my pain.

it felt like something was wrong,

like some words were lacking,

like words couldn't really express how i feel.

i erased all of them.

in the end, i took silence

and just listened to my heart,

to the blood flowing from its wound.

i didn't know that the silence

had actually stopped the blood from flowing

because it had let me die.

and then i heard the voice of another man.

i opened my eyes and woke up again.

he told me he won't fix my broken heart

and he really didn't

because he said i deserve a brand new one

and that is what he gave me.