Heartache

My heart feels emptier than a sinkhole,

an understatement compared to the sorrow in my soul.

I cry but now my tears run drier than a desert.

Submerging in heartache, I am now an expert.

The pieces of my heart cannot be recognized,

they’re broken down and appear as a pile of dust,

blown with the wind and into thin air,

I’m forced to sit back and watch them disappear.

I’m a prisoner to my own thoughts,

confused and my heart forever feeling lost.

Forced to sit front row and watch my misery unfold.

What’s worse than my broken heart?

It's loving you and forever knowing you won’t.