Broken

The worst part about heartbreak

isn’t when it happens,

It’s what comes after.

Crying so hard your chest hurts,

your throat goes dry

You hold yourself tightly,

Walking head hung low

Because in every face you see,

you see them.

Days seem to blur together

You forget how to feel,

how to laugh and smile.

You wince everytime you hear their name.

Trying to hold it together,

trying not to break down,

As you pick up the pieces

But your heart will never be whole again.

Small pieces missing, tiny voids

Reminding you day after day…

How broken you really are.