It starts with blood racing to the surface of your skin,
As anger and sadness fight for the lead,
It is when your heart feels like a sinking ship,
At first it’s crippling.

It is fleeting emotions,
Fear,
Regret,
Mixed into a bowl of denial,
Because we never could believe our love would intentionally hurt us.

It is the tears that never cease,
Pounding within my chest of a merciless heartbeat,
It is the faint scent of hope,
As I wish the pain were a memory...

Instead my heart has been ripped from my chest,
Only to be taken by you,
Brought to the floor,
And stomped on til' dead.

A broken heart feels exactly so, broken.
It feels sadness—pain,
It aches for the happiness it once held,
It questions if the love is worth hanging on to.
But then shatters again.

Too many wrong choices,
On whom I've given my all to,
I gave my broken heart to you,
For a moment I believed you mend it,
Now I’m left alone to pick up all the damaged pieces.