Heartbreak is not beautiful. It isn’t poetry or a song. It doesn’t say to stay up all night to listen to sad songs. It’s breaking down the middle of a busy street. It’s seeing his face in all the passerby’s. Its feeling okay for weeks and suddenly you hear his voice and then you’re choking on memories of his presence. It’s waking from dreams of him coming back and screaming in the middle of night because your heart aches like a dagger has been put in there. It’s crying so hard after laughing while you're watching a funny scene because all of a sudden you realize he isn’t coming back. Please stop, romanticizing over pain and using people as objects. A heart isn’t a cigarette that you can just light up and then stomp on it when you’re done. Don’t act like heartbreak is beautiful or even wonderful, because I even won’t wish that upon my worst enemies.