I would describe this feeling as pain,
but it doesn’t quite hurt like being burned.
And it doesn’t feel like being completely incinerated either.
No, it’s a dull ache. A deep feeling of loss.
Even my body doesn’t know how to process it.
Not that my body knows how to process most things.
My stomach is bad at digesting dairy and anger .
My ears don’t interpret conversations very well,
And my tongue can’t stand spice.
Spice burns. A pain I can identify, but can’t tolerate.
Heartbreak aches like a black hole. Cold. Empty.
What was once a burning star has been changed,
Rendered into an all-consuming, lifeless nothing.

Hearts are meant to break
This is the undeniable truth of our human condition
Whether the blade is sharpened by lies
or selfishness
or hormones
or mortality,
others will always betray in some way

My demons are the loudest when I’m grieving heartache
My reliance on past paths to numbness breaks my heart anew
Maybe I am as weak as he made me feel
Or maybe I am just human with a heart built to break

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When you look at my eyes,
What stories do they tell?
What movie do you see?
A land deserted by people,
Or a river overflowing with waters?
What does my eyes reveal?
They whisper a story—
A story of pain.
Pain in my soul,
Jabbing my heart mercilessly,
Leaving me to tend my wounds,
Making me vulnerable.
Look into my eyes and tell me—
What do you see?
I am not what I show you.
I am not what I act.
I am not what I speak.
I am the pain in my eyes,
The scars in my heart.
Stare deep into my soul.
Let me show you who I am,
The me you never see.

Like a drug I craved you.
I needed to feel your skin pressed against mine, it was a addiction I could not break.
the way your eyes would move over me made me wanna beg on my knees for you.
any part would do.... your mere attention fulfilled me.
I didn't read the warning label when I opened you and took a taste.
forgot that all medication has side affects.
but yours was more fatale.... more dangerous than anything I had ever experienced before.
you brought me to this line coasting between life and death, so close to falling, but I didn't care. how was I supposed to when it felt so good?
but I knew you were bad the minute I knew I may not be able to live without you.... finally realizing how I was beyond addicted while I was little to no meaning to you.
I knew you would leave, I had no doubt in my mind....
so why couldn't I spare myself the heartache and go first?
why did I stay and let you destroy me?

The things I do for her,
Their out of character,
She takes me far,
To places I haven't been.

I love her,
Something I don't say much,
If none at all,
But she's got me there.

Her embrace does it for me,
It's her gentle smile,
It's her charisma,
Even when it's night.

She's a proper lady,
She's beautiful that way,
Elegantly enslaved to perfection,
She reminds me of balance.

She's broken with me,
We relate in our sorrows,
And yet I want her out,
Of the two she's to be saved.

I will make sure she does,
One last time,
One last effort,
I will make one last dream come true.

Even at the cost of my happiness,
The cost of my logic screaming,
Saying we have nothing left,
And yet love for me is sacrifice.

Love for me,
Left me empty,
But I didn't it again always,
One last time.

With everything I have left.........
By:Jn

Heartbreak is emotional entropy,
an inevitable unraveling, where love's warmth fades into the void, leaving only the cold, scattered remnants of what once was whole.

And as time stretches,
the heart begins to wane
it’s capacity to give, to hold,
to burn with the same intensity
growing dimmer and dimmer with each heartbreak.

For like energy lost to heat,
the heart's strength dissipates,
Unable to return to its original state.