Heartaches that ache

You didn't give me a heart attack, when you left
You didn't give me a heart attack, when you twisted the thread
You didn't give a heart attack, when you started a fire
You didn't give a heart attack, when you ignited the spark inside me
You didn't give me a heart attack, when you turned out be "you"

Why is that, my heart aches now
Why is that, my heart feels the physical pain
Is this the ischemia screaming?
Is this the muscle getting tired?
Or is this just my restless mind tricking me into something like this!

Yours
Heart that aches, aches

Reliving the scattered thoughts

I always ask myself the same questions over and over again!!

How ethical is this and that?

How radical  is this and that?

How logical is this and that?

Why it bothers me, when you are smiling your heart out

Why it bothers me, when you are you and I am me

Why it bothers me, when you are incredibly happy with the significant other

Why it bothers me, when you have entwined your fate with the significant other

And I kill my little soul over and over you again to get over you again and again!

Yours
Every time I relive it, I stab my scattered soul again and again

Why is this and why is that

The question is, do we all want the same things from life?

Same massive amounts of love

Same huge quantities of air

Same immense pleasure

And same inner peace

But what about personal space?

Isn't that a basic need?

And how personal is this space?

Then why aren't we all same then?

Why are we just vaguely similar?

Why is that, this personal spaces widens you up?

Why is that, this personal space spaces you out?

Why is that, this personal space plays with your mind, body and soul?

Well! why is this and why is that will eat up my whole inside out!

Yours
Slightly delusional and largely broken heart