A broken heart
is there any such thing?
An over used cliche
a melodramatic way
of describing the pain
of the love you lost
or never had anyway
the sensory overload of
betrayal and disillusionment
conflicted with want and desire

I lay in the silence of my room
darkened by the night
restrained by pain
the quiet is sad and consuming
I swear I can hear it
the sound of my heart breaking
its not like the sound
of shattered glass
or a twig snapped in two
its a moaning sound
of pain ripping and tearing straight
through

Severed bits and pieces of my heart
chip away and sink
to the bottom of
my stomach like wreckage
sinking to the bottom of the sea
amongst the wreckage
is all of my happiness and dreams
its all of the energy that I put into
loving you,
breathing you
living you
all the things that made my heart
beat vibrantly with joy
now seep out thru the cracks
and crust over
hardening like a festering sore

I want to cry out openly sob
as each memory contorts my face
I can't breathe
I haven't the strength
all I can feel
lying there in the dark
staring at the ceiling
are the tears in my eyes swell
and roll silently down my face
towards my ear lobe
each tear hesitates
before falling
and in passing whispers
" shhh listen"
dropping hard onto the pillow
the thumping sound
is slow and melodic,
labored and strained
sounding just like the beat
of a heart before it breaks

 
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