Pain.

Pain like she’s never felt before.

That’s what she feels everytime she sees him.

It feels like her heart is being ripped from her.

Like a million hot needles have pierced her skin.

It hurts so much.

It makes her barely able to function.

She feels lost when the pain hits.

She feels lonely too.

For the pain she feels is the pain of a broken heart.

It controls her every move.

It renders her helpless.

It makes her feel like nothing will ever be okay again.

It’s the feeling of a broken heart.

One that has lost everything.

One that has lost the world.

One that has lost the light in its darkness.

She yearns to tell him.

She yearns to say that she still feels.

But she knows she cannot.

For if she does she will no longer be able to hide.

So she continues living with the pain.

It burns with a passion anytime she sees him.

It dulls to a constant ache when she is busy.

It is there consistently.

It is there when she sleeps.

It is there when she wakes.

For this broken heart cannot be repaired easily.