Pain

  It stings now.

Looking at the blood on your fingertips

From pulling on the strings so hard

To try to piece this together

One last time.

It hurts. 

As tears drip off your eylashes

And fall into your bushy hair below

And your sobs echo loudly

Through the house. 

It aches. 

Your red heart in your chest. 

Each heartbeat a fluttering fight

To lead to the next and not stop 

Because we all know broken hearts

Can kill. 

It's a smarting, twinging, throbbing pain.

Making it hard to imagine one more second. 

But tomorrow will be better.