It hurts beautifully;
full of life and color.
The broken pieces of once a beating heart
turn dark as the blood thickens.
Its pulse slows down
and my mind mourns
yet my tears and mouth show no emotion.
As my mind plays the images of her smile
and every little detail I noticed about her,
fear of ever trying to get attached creeps in.
My unstable mind fades into gray,
thinking of ways to heal the heart
and reprogram itself to get used
to not having her around.