Equal Heartache

Oh how I love the sound of a broken heart.

How it shatters so perfectly with just the right word, just the right look.

Oh how I love the look of a costume smile.

The way the sparkle doesn’t quite reach their eyes.

Oh how I love the feel of a single tear.

When it is so close to being much more than one, you only have to wait.

Oh how I love the scent of a dying rose.

There is nothing like all that beauty withering away.

Oh how I love the taste of a liquor stained tongue.

Nothing is as sweet as that kind of sadness, that kind of pain.

Oh how I hate you, and want to see you hurt.

This is payment for what you’ve done to me.

For now we are both damaged good.