The day I broke my mothers heart I told her I hated her,
We fought and I cried because I didn’t understand why she couldn’t see,
My tragic ,dramatic, standpoint on an issue that no longer matters,
Lost in the faded memory of her tears and my own.
The embrace we shared again again and again,
After the ‘i love yous’ and ‘i’m sorry’
The way I couldn’t breath as she smothered me into her shoulder,
I loved this woman so much it hurt
I’ll always remember the day my mother broke my heart.
The day I broke my fathers heart I no longer needed him,
I found another,
One who could be every man my father was,
But so much more to me,
I ran to another to ease my broken heart, to kiss my forehead when the world turned against me,
And my father raised his glass to the man, who took his place, who stole his daughter,
I still see the way my father’s eyes shifted through the glass,
Eyes lingering on the screen a little to long, gone even longer,
I’ll always remember the day my father broke my heart.
The day you broken my heart was subtle,
I didn’t even know you were capable of it,
Until I was left on the bed in tears,
Wishing you never meant as much to me as you did,
(I didn’t even know you meant that much, that I would feel like this…)
Wishing my heart never clung to you in such a way it shouldn’t.
The way I broke your heart was the hesitation in my voice,
The way I couldn’t believe my luck had changed,
That I would get to call you mine, until forever ended and then some.
Your eyes downcast and your mouth slightly agape,
I knew you heart then, the twists and turns and everything I would grow to love,
I’ll always remember the day you broken my heart,
And the day you claimed it as yours.