thoughts of the brokenhearted

explosion

so there’s a thing going round that people are made of stardust

if we’re made of stardust, that’s pretty cool, don’t you think?

stars are fire

so we’re made of fire-dust, I suppose

when you left me

when you told me you don’t love me

that fire came out

an explosion went off inside my heart

very similar to the heart explosions you used to cause,

the good ones

but this was bad, really bad

and I exploded inside and then the explosion turned into water

and it streamed out of my eyes and onto my pillow

for hours and hours 

now, my stomach, my heart, everything

is sore from the remains of the explosion

if this is love, I want no part of it anymore.