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it's not being heartbroken.
it's having your heart shattered.
the pieces are on fire, but you're cold. it's your heart shrinking til you think there isn't even a pulse and you don't even think you care; then it's your heart swelling up, constricting your chest so you can't even breathe. your own ribs are piercing you, and you want to rip the skin off your own bones because of the pain. tear open your chest and rip out the thing that's causing the pain. tears and words won't come any more; your heart has disentegrated and flooded your lungs, drowning you. in grief. sickness. you dig your fingernails into your flesh to see if you stil feel and no blood comes, it stopped flowing when your heart....broke?
no, not heartbroken.
it's having your heart shattered.
the pieces are on fire, but you're cold. it's your heart shrinking til you think there isn't even a pulse and you don't even think you care; then it's your heart swelling up, constricting your chest so you can't even breathe. your own ribs are piercing you, and you want to rip the skin off your own bones because of the pain. tear open your chest and rip out the thing that's causing the pain. tears and words won't come any more; your heart has disentegrated and flooded your lungs, drowning you. in grief. sickness. you dig your fingernails into your flesh to see if you stil feel and no blood comes, it stopped flowing when your heart....broke?
no, not heartbroken.