Heartbreak isn't beautiful. It isn't fucking poetry, it's not staying up 'till 4am listening to sad songs. It's breaking down in the middle of a busy street. It's seeing their face in all the people you pass by. It's feeling okay for weeks at a time and the all of a sudden, you feel the ghost of their lips on your neck and their nails on your back and then you're choking on memories of their presence. It's waking up from dreams of them coming back and screaming in the middle of the night because your chest aches like a rotting tooth. Stop using people like they are objects. A heart isn't like a cigarette, you can't just light it up and stomp it out when you are done. Don't act like anything about heartbreak is beautiful, because I wouldn't wish that feeling upon the worst of my enemies.
-xoAsh
