When Breakup Hits And The War Comes Home

This poem is about the kind of breakup that doesn't come from cheating or fighting. You wake up one day on opposite sides of a fault line. The person you love becomes someone you can't recognize, not because they changed, but because the world did. Written in the aftermath of brutal changes, these words sit in the space between grief and confusion, asking: if the war out there caused this, why does the silence in here hurt so much?

Transcript

There's a war inside my heart, A fight to stand and love myself, While that same love is torn apart for all the feelings it once felt. There's a war inside my heart, A quiet feverish yearning ache. I mourn the loss before the start, For every silent death's my stake. There's a war inside my heart, My churning emotions turn to numb. Upon this field I stand apart and I ask, Was anything real or none. There's a way inside my heart where peace and chaos are the same, A bitter storm, A reverent art, And hopes that die before they came.