I've always thought that when things end,
a heart breaks.
Wait, no.
The heart doesn't truly break, but shatters.
I imagined it feeling as if something is missing.
As if you'll never truly be complete again.
Yet, when we gave up, it was so much worse than I thought.
Rather than breaking, my heart swelled.
It swelled to a point to where I couldn't breath.
I was gasping and struggling and could feel the water fights in my eyes.
My mind fought to tell me it would be okay.
To let me know that I know how to breath.
To be logical and say that what happened was for the best.
But, my throat is stuck with my heart inside of it.
My stomach empty for I can't eat without getting sick.
My every thought consumed with what has happened between him & I.
My body in shock, that I actually went through with it.
I know, what I did was for the best.
But my heart can't seem to accept.
I wish I could say it was broken, but it's not really.
I wish I could say I could breath again, but my gasps are shallow and unnerving.
I blame it all on my heart and my body, because when I think about it my eyes tear up and I can't breath, yeah my brain knows, the blame is not on me.
I wish I could tell my body what happened was logical and that soon everything will be okay.
But, maybe it knows how much it's going to miss him.
Miss being loved.
But, maybe it's just broken.
