The Feeling of a HeartBreak

HEARTBREAK

It's impossible to write poetry about heartbreak.

You are unable to sing songs or write stories.

You can't, and you'll never be able to fully express how you feel.

I could tell you that it sounds like glass breaking against a wall, but it's actually a quiet scream, the terrifying anticipation of a horrific event.

Every single piece of glass could be described, along with what it signified, how it made me feel to see them fly around, and what it isn't right now.

I might say that I wasn't the one who tossed it either; rather, I was the one who witnessed the flowers, including the blue carnations, white buds, and green stems, break with the vase and fall to the ground as the petals slowly withered away.

I could lie and tell you it went by quickly or that it was over in a flash.

Being Heart Broken is Difficult...

It is doing it barefoot while wearing no shoes because tears are streaming down your face.

It's creeping across the stained-red wooden floor, feeling lifeless, and dragging you deeper and deeper into the place you vowed you'd never return.

It is attempting to pick up every single piece, but each time you reach out to grab a new one, your fingers are cut more and deeper.

It is yelling. It is screaming so loudly that the entire world can hear you and turns to look at you.

It's sobbing, but it's sobbing over the burning rather than the blood or the ferocious cries inside your brain.

Each and every piece of glass is on fire.

Every every thought, feeling, smile, laugh, song, and even the smallest name or phrase is on fire.

Heartbreak is so much worse.

Suddenly there's a subsequent hush.

The peace.

Ashes blow softly and slowly all about you in the breeze that always seems to come after a hurricane.

It's chilly,

You are shivering, and the heat has vanished.

You're standing there all by yourself, weary and perplexed.

Before, you were aware of company.

Nevertheless, for some reason, you struggle to recall.

Everything you were attempting to hold on to was made of glass.

It is dark.

You hold it in your arms, dreading it like a huge ball of lead.

You try to reach your chest but instead discover a gap.

In your hands, you hold a heart made of stone.

Cherish It. 

Life is Like a Circle. 

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