Tribulations of the heart

As my mind knows the truth, my heart still beats for you. Miles apart, my foolish heart lingers for you. Yet, my mind knows I am waiting for the unimaginable.

While my heart starts to lose its senses, I can feel each of its layers of happiness peel to despair. Blossomless, it has become. Although the mind tries to comfort the heart, it’s a tribulation that both will have to take to curb the pain of the forsaken one.

Albeit the mind knows one shouldn’t be living by the harshness of one’s actions and words. Alas, the fragile heart has imprinted those words and it has become difficult to erase them.