With every rise of a beautiful sun my heart used to feel happy.
With every raindrops in summer my heart used to get soothing vibes.

With every small achievement my heart used to be motivated.
With every dilemma my heart used to be conscious about me.
With every question there was a logical answer put upfront by it.

But one day it stopped responding the way it used to be.

My heart is there but now it’s Broken

It seems though It’s alive but never explains it’s existence.
It seems though it’s sharing thoughts but never negotiate with them.
It seems it wants to beat for someone but never gives a look.
It seems it wants to get cuddled but stops at nonsense.
It seems it want to trust but gets fucked Everytime it does.

So now it doesn’t handle so much pressure, it knows the one who broke, has broken itself too.
When two hearts are clinged together on separation they break too.

But the sounds are different, one may left dead and other might get someone else to be clinged to some other.

Yes I do have a heart, that is why it responds on other humanities rather than Love, because it’s Broken.