Broken hearted.

I always thought the term "Broken heart" was a bit dramatic. Or maybe its simply because my imagination surfs within the glade like mind of a 7 year old. Hearing the term "broken heart" my mental automatically rushes like guttered water, envisioning a dark spaced hole and in the midst of loneliness, a heart peacefully hovers. It sways as Miles Davis hums a intoxicating "Blue in Green" from the invisible speakers that sing so sweetly. And then... an arrow, that has traveled many miles pierces its tip into the center, forcing crack lines to splatter in directions unknown like a window shield treat unkind. Ripping veins, erasing smiles, disregarding hope and sheltering trust from the light... It shatters into one million and thirty two pieces of memory and heart gas. Gas that leaks into the pits of that black hole just to be set afire when the fire of desire kicks in. The oxygen from the heavy pants sends the pressure to your throat like a window of a burning building. & then it happens... You cry & you announce that your heart has been broken.

See, my imagination is out of control because of course the visual doesn't happen, but what i do know is, that's how it feels.