WHERE DO BROKEN HEARTS GO?

She is fighting shadows in the dark
images made up in her mind
She is fighting scars tearing deep in her heart
bleeding and broken into a thousand parts
She is fighting tears falling from her eyes
clouding and blinding her sight
She is fighting and fighting
She wants to break free from this tiding
She wants to swim free and float above it
to glide and see the love tip

Fear moistens her lips
it makes her tremble and knock knees
Blood curdles deep in her arteries
The end of it is swallowing her
The base of love is pressing her down
she cannot climb up
She cannot move her hands and grab its sides
it is slippery, full of hurt and misery

Betrayal precedes loyalty

Which guy would set her free?
The look in her eyes; which guy will make them blink?
Fingers clutching wet handkerchiefs
Torn and tattered pages from the diary
Words forming sentences and sad poetry
140 characters in forlorn tweets
folded legs curled up in a corner of her bedroom
Strands of unkempt hair hidden in the grey hood
broken finger nails in scorched polish

Behind her are only bitter-sweet memories
The good times digging deep into her bad ones
reminding her the convenience
The adrenaline rush that coated her conscience
Spur decisions into seconds of ecstasy
Regrets in minutes, hours, days  marking tragedy
Curses in between her malady
Breathes deep and air is full of pain

Where do broken hearts go?
Are they patched, knit together or re-mold?
Do the scars heal or still remind you of the gone?
The heart beats feebly or it becomes stronger than before?
Will it still have the space for something unknown?
Like when it welcomed a stranger who it adored?
Till stranger became part of its beat
Making it race as she dissolved in his embracing
Shattering it into countless pieces when he tripped it
because his love was for someone else and not she