(Ten years ago)
Staten Island, NY.
I see now why people speak of heartbreak as though it's the most gut wrenching ache one could ever be cursed with.
It is.
I see now, why the poets speak of it with so much blood in their words. But no poem nor advice could have prepared me for this. This pain, it was nothing like I'd ever felt before. Nothing I'd ever imagined. Nothing I could have imagined.
It was swallowing me whole from within, leaving an icy, bottomless pit of disdain in my stomach. It punctured wicked holes into my heart and it appeared in front of me every time I closed my eyes in her image. Her face, reeking of betrayal and shock.
I wished for death. Surely, that would be a lot better than this curse I'd brought upon myself.
