Borrowed, yes the idea is borrowed today rather the topic is borrowed. Had read a quote somewhere over the internet stating ” teach me how to break a heart so that i too can be the words in someones poetry” So the mind went for its walk down in memory lane.
So how does it feel to be the breaker than the broken ? does it feel good ? does it make one guilty to break a heart? does it feel awesome to read bout oneself in poems of the ones whom they broke.
Well may be that’s why the quote says asks to teach how to break a heart.
So can someone lend me the art, can someone let me borrow that art of breaking a heart and not feel a thing and just forget bout the one whose heart was broken.
let me borrow a cold heart
let me borrow a guilt free soul
oh let me borrow the morality
of a heart breaker
for my heart does not agree to
be that cold blooded.
let me borrow ignorance
let me borrow audacity
of forgetting someone
after giving them a lifelong memory.
Let me borrow a poem
and be the poem…
cheers to life