The broken heart speaks again

So we now half way,finally!!

And the shout out for this poem goes to Monica,she actually came up with the title so the poem is for her☺️

Love is like,sort of like,kinda like,you know what?,love is crap,

Atleast that's how I felt the day my heart fell on shuttered glass,splitting my heart open,I guess we can call that a Heart break, from that day I realized love was a language spoken by the brave so I carried my heart and tied it into a nutshell and my heart never spoke again,

It took long sleepless nights were I wished I could shutter hour glasses to fall asleep  and an alarm clock waking me up every morning reminding me that I was still along,my phone become a ghost town with no notification or messages from him,I was wallowing in my own grief,but all that made me the person I am today,I came to the realization that love is a language best understood when you are speaking with someone from your own tribe,luckily I met Johnny who's smile spilled out all his good intentions,so I gave love a second chance,I unwrapped my heart and it spoke again but this time a different language we both understood,now my heart smiles more whenever he says te quiera.

By @john mukuwa

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