A heart-brake, is just what it is called, hear breaking. When it happens, it's like your life has come to a stop. You cannot breathe. There is nothing romantic about it, nothing like listening to sad songs.
It's about your breath failing you, just when you need it most. It's about loosing your confidence and being stripped of everything that makes you, you. It's seeing the person who broke you everywhere you go, seeing them in all the people you meet.
It's stopping in the middle of the road, in tears, 'coz you cannot make anyone understand the pain you are in. It's freezing in your tracks, 'coz you were reminded of their smile. It's about being okay for long and then unexpectedly, being engulfed by the ghost of a voice, a touch, which leaves you aware of the choking.
It's the pain in your chest, which just doesn't go. It's the smile you have in crowds, but the ache which stays with you. It's the hope that things will become corrected. It's about dying a little every minute, trying to salvage of what is left you, sifting through the remains of what was once you, making a new you, a lot different from what you were.
Stop glamorizing heartbreak. It is not about loosing self in a narcotic, or in a euphoria of cymbals.
It's about smiling and being normal, when on the inside there is nothing orderly about you. It's about sleeping every-night, hoping tonight would be the last night of this unending heartache, and rising in the morning to be entangled in the same labyrinth of pain.
It's about your favourites become a little less than favourite. It's about trying to find an escape, from the soreness; a wound which seems to bleed on the inside, which has weakened you from the inside, eaten away at the soul, leaving you a shell of what were.
The heartbreak debilitates you, entrapping you in abyss, a chasm at which you stare in a vacuum.
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