This sticky feeling
With thorns and spikes
Feeling like I cannot breath
Choking on nothing but air
Seeing you, tears bluring my vision
Spilling over and slithering down my cheeks
Dropping with a hard splat.
The feeling of anger and sadness
Hits me in unexpected waves.
Making me sob and weep
The thorns and spikes pricking my heart
As if they enjoy my silent pain
. . .
Is this what they call Heartbeak?
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