Can a heart break?

Can a heart break?

Why is it called being ‘heartbroken’ when your heart obviously works? Just works too hard and loves too much. It’s not broken, it’s just stupid.

And why is it possible that for most days you’re absolutely fine, but that one night you wake up and you’re missing to be with someone so bad it makes you so awfully vulnerable?

Just a hug, just a smile, just a touch would be enough to change anticipation into a peace of mind. But instead I’m alone with all these memories, craving his soft voice in my ear, laughing and telling me that everything’s gonna be allright.

Because how am I supposed to know that everything’s gonna be allright when I’m alone with a stupid heart that loves too much?



“Because when were together it’s bittersweet
now your with him and I miss you
I feel somehow incomplete
I try to stand on my own
I take it one day at a time
and if you ask me how I’m doing
I bite my lip and say I’m fine.”

{Good Riddance}


Born in Europe, a word-traveller and artist by heart, (temporarily) residing in Vancouver, Canada. I live for passion, and love the power of imagination, creation and inspiration. Life is too short to just let it pass by. Carpe Diem!

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