Heart Break

What is heart break?

Is it the raging abyss I float in?

Or

Is it the calm Elysium of my hoarded memories?

Is it the whispering comfort in the hollow of “I love you”?

Or

Is it the rampant Hell after “im not sure if I do…anymore”?

Is it the morbid phrenzy after “I trusted you”?

Or

Is it the cold serenity in “it’s not like that”?

Is it the deluded optimism behind “it’s okay. Next time will be different”?

Or

Is it the harsh reality of a fairy tale tomorrow?

Is it the crippling loneliness that lurks in the crowds?

Or

Is it the enslaving loneliness that cuddles with you in the wilderness?

Is it the soothing trickle of red?

Or

Is it the liberating plummet?

What the F#*@ is heart break? And why won’t it stop?