Beauty Out Of Sorrow. Poem by Yoyama Magwashu

I don't know how to say goodbye. I can't think of any words, because you left with my soul in your fists and my heart in your teeth, and I don't want either of them back. Since my heart does not longer feels like it belongs to me. It now feels like it had been stolen, torn from my chest by someone who wanted no part of it. I sometimes wish I could lose my memories, so I could have a clear mind, so that I could stop longing for the beauty of the future that we had planned together.

Ooh! I did not want you to leave me, perhaps someday I'll crawl back home, beaten, defeated. But not as long as I can make stories out of my heartbreak, beauty out of sorrow