It breaks my heart that I don’t have hers
But what’s worse than this incredible ache?
Seeing her break down after burning out
It breaks my heart that she doesn’t love me
But what’s worse than not being loved back?
Her loss of passion and reason to keep going
It breaks my heart that we will never kiss
But what’s worse than our lips not touching?
Her being numb after life keeps hurting her
It breaks my heart, we’ll never be together
But what’s worse than my worst heartbreak?
Erasing our dear friendship from existence
I’d rather carry the worst heartbreak ever
And still offer her a shoulder to cry on
Her kind soul needs a cleansing catharsis
I’d rather carry the worst heartbreak ever
And also the burden that is on her shoulders
She is never alone, even during her battles
I’d rather carry the worst heartbreak ever
And keeping choosing her joy, day and night
Even if that means she chooses someone else
I’d rather carry my worst heartbreak ever
Her sweetest smile is still worth the hurt
And her heartbreak matters more than mine
Header image: Marek Studzinski of Unsplash. Edited in Adobe Photoshop 2026.
The Diary of The Deranged Writer 