Broken Hearts

"You're heartbroken?

Ehya

Sorry boss, you'll be fine

Come on, just move on!"

The words flow easily

From people’s lips.

They are not the victim.

"But I've been there before,

And I know it’s hard

But get a grip dude

Just be yourself again."

Okay.

I will.

I smiled, got up

Had a cool shower

Got into my new jacket

Flirted with a girl

In the next street

And she opened her teeth!

Cool. Okay.

Moving on...

"See? Dude its easy. Told ya

Someone will do even better"

Then new girl came

First visit

All smiles

She's been dreaming of it

Almost all the years of you being

With the one that injured you.

Okay. Cool.

This is actually easy.

And you start,

"I'll love her

She looks fun"

Moving on...

Then she hugs you

Flashes... Cruel

Of the one gone.

And the torments

Of every imaginable scenes

Creeping back

Into every single minute

Of moving on!

And you can't tell!

And you can't love!

The flashes, images hacked you

And you begin to act strange

In the girl’s eyes,

"What is wrong with him?

I am more beautiful than his ex!"

Okay.

Problems

She's actually prettier than my ex

With those dimpled cheeks

And funny lips

But sweet

And her wet zones are even...

...errm, boy! I'll tell that next year ;)

Okays.

But something is missing

The connection is blank.

Maybe low

She's like a wetmate (forgive the word)

And you know you're doing it bad

Treating her like one.

The soul-touchy-kinda girl you want

The one with connection

4g, easy, steady is gone

And a part of you followed.

You try to 'confuse' yourself

That people are not the same

But you're wary

Unlike with the formal one

That you believed every lie

Now you doubt every truth

And there is no trust.

And you compare

And weigh

And cry

And wonder

How in god’s name you let the other slipped.

Some bounce back easily

Grab someone

And move on

For them, life is sweet

You only live once (yolo)

So why the stress? (Abeg jor)

Think less and enjoy

And have fun.

But it’s not so easy

For some of us

It is more than a game

It is A connection

Being part of something

You strongly believe in

And forever seek

That one person

That has a way with your heart

And not just to jump around pants and bras.

Another one with the touch

The lost connection

Like what you felt before

Is the medicine to your broken heart.

Or it remains an injured heart

Beating and pretending
To be fine.