The sound of your heart breaking
Is not one in which you can hear.
It makes a sound, oh yes.
But you can not hear.
The deafening cracking and crumbling
Your entire universe tumbling down
You are swimming up
Yet before you reach the top
You do indeed drown.
I don't want it.
I don't want it.
I don't want it.
I don't want it.
But I must have it.
There is nothing else I can do
Except to say to you and the world
That we all become absolutely broken.
Shattered on the floor.
They tried to tell us that love was an open door
But this can not be true.
Love is the only thing that can make you
Absolutely sure of everything,
And then destroy you
Without even a trace of a clue.
When your heart breaks,
And nobody is around to hear it,
Does it truly make a sound?
Yes.
It manifests in the endless nights
Of uncontrollable weeping.
You hear it in the ringing of your ears
As you drive past where you had your secret meetings.
You hear it in the phone calls to your friends
As you, yourself condemn yourself
Because it has to be something you did, right?
Otherwise they wouldn't have left YOU.
Is this the truth?
I do not know if we can ever truly know.
They say you must to let go.
But that statement leads me to my inquiry, so,
When you feel lower than your absolute low,
Tell me, my dear,
How must one let go?
