This heartbreak was not poetic. It was not beautiful. It was painful, very fucking painful. It was hugging you for the last time holding the tears back in my eyes. It was walking away slowly at the hope you would call me back. It was running to my sister and crying in her arms. It was walking back to class crying. It was roaming around the hallways, skipping class, and crying. It was sitting in the counselors room, telling her everything through painful sobs. It was coming home and laying on the couch to cry some more. Heartbreak was not eating. Heartbreak was not talking. Heartbreak was no tv. Heartbreak was no music. Heartbreak was sitting on the bed staring at the wall doing nothing. It was forcing myself to get up every morning. It was desperately keeping myself from texting you or walking up to you at school. Heartbreak was reading through our texts and looking through our pictures and crying some more. Heartbreak was dreaming of you then waking up to realize it was just a dream. It was holding onto false hope that you’d realize what you missed out on and want me back. Heartbreak was nothing but days and weeks and months of missing you.
you ripped my heart to pieces and I’m still trying to piece it back together
