Heartbreaks are one of silence.

The Quietest.
It is when the edges of heart begin to splinter and crack under all those unspoken words that you dare not say.

It is the barely whispered wishes to starry skies that etches itself on your ribcage.
And my, etch themselves wordless they do.

How can something of fiction be so very real?
Please, tell me, how something so silent can deafen my ears.

But then again, you won't hear me.
You
cannot.