Matters of the Heart.

Heartbroken.
I'm broken.
I think I can feel
that vital organ splitting in two.

My blood is running cold.

There's nothing left for me
to think is beautiful.

I've been broken before,
but this is something new.
I was in love but this is
something I've never felt before on such a level.

Rage washes over me,
changes my sunshine to gray.
My own personal cloud
trails over me each and every day.
It transforms me into a new being
makes me a creature of the dark.

I'm finished now.
Done with matters of the heart.