WHEN HEARTS BREAK

When hearts break it’s the sound of glass shattering

It’s the sound of twigs prematurely snapped

It’s the sound of doors slammed shut

It’s the sound of crashing waves.

When hearts break it’s the stench of premature death

It’s the stench of previous desperation

It’s the stench of sweat that bore no fruit

It’s the stench of wasted perfumes and colognes.

 When hearts break it’s the simple death of trust

It’s the death of efforts to hold on

It’s the death of sweet words and promises of eternal love

It’s the death of life as we knew it.