Extensive and seemingly endless,
the range of human language
Nor the art of stringing words together like a seemstress of letters,
nothing
Nothing perfectly describes,
in full detail,
the amount of damage per second
dealt to the human spirit
due to the inevitable, heartbreak.
Heartbreak is a truly broad description of the feast of sadness.
For your drink
sip the pain of disappointment.
As for a starter
You get misdirected anger
An entrée of
Vacant thoughts
For desert it has to be
Long term absentness.
Nothing,
nothing at all compares
to this pity filled meal.
Personally, I would rather
Fight a bear bare handed
Catch a horseshoe with my lower jaw
Then be subjected to death by a sadistic firing squad.
But heartbreak is so broad.
  I know I've said it twice.
From the loss of a pet/person
To the spiritually shattered
And the ever present,
Romantic heartbreak.
a Shakespearean tragedy
playing like the fifty year old vhs copy
of Charlotte's web
at the department of motor vehicles.
I whiteness the death of "I love you"
I know I'll miss simple things more than the bigger ones.
Like your hands.
I know I'll miss your hands.
I'd rather smash my fingers one by one with a sledge hammer
than experience
the "thrill" of intertwining
them into anyone else's hand.
I'm an idiot
I'm stupid in love
But if our "fire" died to you,
Know that to me;
Flames creep through me like California wildfires,
With each exhale
I expell the chard remains
of who I was as I grow with you,
With each inhale I feed the fire fresh air and with every step
I leave embers in my wake.
I love you
God, I love you.
I'm not ready to sip from the basin of defeat.
I never will be.
I'll burn until my skin melts
I'll burn until the gravity of my love swallows the world around me
I'll burn until super nova
I'll burn until I implode into a black hole
to keep you by my side