Nails to the bed;
No, not from teeth chattering nerves.
From a sharp blade like an escalade.
No, not from a actuate-point tip knife.
From blood-rusted clippers.
Hands that are vibrating;
Bloody fingertips with a numbing throb
Hands soft almost velvety but feeling aged
Swollen knuckles unable to clench
This is the sign of loss of strength
Chest concealing unbearable pain;
Breathless minutes, then hyperventilating
Brilliant tiny pieces of self-soaring
Ache after ache trying to fill the vast hole
A weight unmovable, unbreathable
Mouth as dry as the desert;
Unable to eat
Inability to sleep
Words so hard to be spoken
As if they were taken
Eyes puffy not just from lack of sleep;
Seeing pieces of Him everywhere
Searching for something deemed non existent
Believing you are unlovable
Blurred memories, once so excellent
Head pulsing a dark rhythmic ache;
Now stuck inside your head
Light-absent thoughts creep in
Screaming to take back what's lost
But your heart doesn't know it's gone forever
Heart shattering again...again;
But somehow still loving Him
But somehow still alive
Even though, pieces are past eye sight
Death and life a blur
So, this is what heartbreak is like;
Nails to the bed
Hands that are vibrating
Chest concealing unbearable pain
Mouth as dry as the desert
Eyes puffy not just from lack of sleep
Head pulsing a dark rhythmic ache
Heart shattering again...again
