I saw a guy who hurt much.
He was broken, he was screwed
cause he thought she was the one
but she was gone.
I met a lady who lost it.
Eyes red, pillows wet,
pale faced, heart drenched.
Obsessively thinking of all the other ways she could have played her cards to make him stay,
but the fact still remained, that he had strayed.
They both complained.
They had this to say:
I’m so amazed by how easily she, he moved on so fast.
What we had was true, how could she, he easily pass through glass,
unshattered, like it was wind, like we didn’t exist;
like no stone was thrown, like nothing broke.
Why do I have to bleed while she, he, has long been healed?
Why am I still here while she, he, has long disappeared?
Why did I love more while she, he, loved me less?
I guess I still bleed, because she, he, has left me depressed.
I downloaded their agony,
I installed their pain.
My heart had a squeeze, my lips gave out squeaks;
my eyes flung out transparent watery peels
This emotion was a virus, it had infested my flesh,
with both love and pain and a handful of hate and distress.
What could I have offered? A piece of advice?
Who was I to utter words of hope while we all felt hopeless?
I could hear the loud quietness hit through the empty walls
they both had built when she, he, was gone.
Written and Performed: Viano Dee
Instrumental: Mysterious Sorrow by Aakash Gandhi
Shattered is a spoken word poetry which talks about how people feel or look when they’re heartbroken and the effect it could have on others.
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