You know that feeling when you trip on stairs?
How for a good second
you are 100% sure you’re going to die?
That’s how it feels to have your heart broken.
Except all the panic in that split second,
The racing heart, the queasy stomach,
It’s drawn out.
It starts when you hold his hand
And he pulls away.
The moment you realize
He doesn’t love you anymore.
Then it comes back when he tells you what you’ve known
For weeks, it’s over.
The way your heart races when you miss a step,
Is the way it races as he walks away.
When all you want to do is stop him
And tell him no, it was a mistake.
Then later when you realize you’re not going to die,
You’re not going to fall to your death,
You feel dizzy, as if your head thinks you really did fall.
That’s how it feels when weeks later a friend asks,
“Hey, are you two still together?”
And you laugh and say no,
It wasn’t working out
We didn’t love each other anymore.
The real panic sets in when you tell the lie.
Because it wasn’t that you didn’t love each other anymore
It was that he didn’t love you anymore.
-JE