Heartbreak isn't just about
shattering of love
It's the quiet collapse of the
world you built around someone
It's the mornings that feel to heavy
the nights that stretch too long
and the spaces between your ribs were
their absence now lingers
You don't just lose a person
You lose the version of yourself that existed with them
and though the pain feels endless like an echo that
refuses to fade there's a strange kind of beauty
In the way it reshapes you
Because even in breaking
You're becoming and one day you'll realize you're stronger
for surviving that ache.