Heartbreak isn't beautiful. It isn't
poetry, it's not staying up till
4 am 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 then all of a
sudden, you feel the ghost of their lips
on your neck and their nails on your
back and then you're chocking on
the 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
romanticizing pain. Stop using people
like their objects. A heart isn't a
candle, you can't just light it up
and then blow it out when you're
done. Don't act like anything about
heartbreak is beautiful, because I
wouldn't wish that feeling upon on my
worst of enemies.
poetry, it's not staying up till
4 am 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 then all of a
sudden, you feel the ghost of their lips
on your neck and their nails on your
back and then you're chocking on
the 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
romanticizing pain. Stop using people
like their objects. A heart isn't a
candle, you can't just light it up
and then blow it out when you're
done. Don't act like anything about
heartbreak is beautiful, because I
wouldn't wish that feeling upon on my
worst of enemies.
