Love and Other Fuckups

Heartbreak

Heartbreak isn't beautiful,

Or poetic.

It's lying in bed at night and staring at the ceiling

Eyes filled with tears and sleep.

It's waking up in the morning,

And staring at that same ceiling with that same feeling in your gut.

It's early afternoon when you're eating lunch alone and wishing he was there.

When the sun goes down and all the amazing colors fill the sky,

He's the only person you wish to share the moment with.

It's taking showers every day and sitting on the ice cold tile

As the hot water hits your back in heavy droplets,

Your tears going down the drain the same way the rest of the water does.

Its screaming as loud as you can,

Muffling the sounds with your pillow so no one can hear your pain.

Heartbreak is typing messages into your phone,

Telling him you miss him and want him back.

Its erasing those messages when you realize he no longer cares.

It's going to bed again

Just to wake up and start the process over again.