There’s no need to sugarcoat a heartbreak.

Admit it’s bitter taste, the deep lacerations that replay over and over again,

At night, during smoke breaks and specially the searing pain in between gasps for breath.

You simply cannot outrun nor outwit a heartache.

The pounding stays whether you’re mobile or stationary.

Working doesn’t help.

You feel every hole in your heart with every stroke of that damned spacebar.

No one has won over any heart-wrenching goodbye.

Like any raging storm, you simply let nature run its course

And pickup your shattered pieces after a seemingly endless and debilitating shock

You were never really ever prepared for.

You heal, you will.

But every scar will be tender to touch

And then you flinch.