Diagnosing a Broken Heart
It’s strange
When someone says they have a broken heart
It’s normally not considered a medical condition
And yet mine feels like it is... physically hurting me
Like a bruise or a cut
Stinging me beneath my skin
Each passing second another hour of agony
Every minute an eternity of sorrow
Then I’m left hollow
A shell with pain my only companion
How do you diagnose a broken heart?
What are its symptoms?
I mean I look fine
But I feel dead
Lethargic, unenergetic
My bed is now magnetic
Pulling me in
Holding me in
The only comfort, only warmth I know
And I am often lost in thought
Of better days, when I felt I had what I sought
It’s not like her heart was ever mine
But mine was definitely hers
And like a careless thief
She dropped the most valuable, most precious piece
And it shattered... now totally worthless
I might one day recover from this affliction
Find myself some other addiction
A newer disease that keeps me weak in the knees
One less... deadly
...Hopefully
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