The Hardest Part


The mind and the heart don't speak the same language. Did you know that? The frequency is different.  It's like wanting to listen to country music on a sports radio station, and thus, the want is lacking.
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It's because of this, letting go of a love is the hardest thing the heart would ever have to do. The brain creates the most elaborate argument of protection for the heart. The brain lays out all the reasons letting go is the best course of action but the heart doesn't understand. 
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The hardest part, is that the heart experienced something extraordinary, once in an eternity even, and no rationale, other than it's own frequency will compell it to change course. There is no comprehenion why it shouldn't feel something it's been living in for months or even years. 
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The hardest part, is the very thing it does best, feel, and all of a sudden it's being prevented from doing so. emotions becomes poisons. None of which it wants to consume. All of which it's being forced fed by reality.
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The hardest part, is recalling nights when the mind and the heart were one. where the country music was playing in the background of a football game. When the soul vibrated something new altogether. It wasn't just love. It existed for another. A mere moment in such a state illuminating an existence hardly even understood by mankind. Not just because you felt the beating heart of another being finally matching your own...no...love, in it's purest form, the kind I'm referring to, shines light on your capacity to exist. 
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The hardest part, is the moment it's gone. When like a whip it strikes at the reality of how alone you really are. Your mind concots every scenario to let go, attempting to spare you such pain but at that point the heart only knows how to grieve. 
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The hardest part, is knowing everyone grieves differently. For me, my mind took a knife and repetitively stabbed my heart in attempt to make it stop hurting. To make it stop beating. To make it stop feeling the very thing that woke it up after being silent for an entire lifetime. 
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The hardest part, is acting like I'm going to survive knowing a broken heart never heals. That shit stays with you. Another unhealed trauma tacked on to my soul for me to figure out after, when I have my little chat with God. 
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