The Pain of Heartbreak - Mel Afoa

The pain that I've been feeling,
it's magnificently majestic.
It yearns to take my heart out,
and rip it to the tiniest of shreds.
The pain, so fantasical,
like swimming the clearest water,
dancing in the most picturesque forest,
drinking the bubbliest, tastiest champagne.
Heartbreak.
It's amazingly painful, painfully amazing.
Tears the heart into tiny parts of black,
a dark puzzle that cannot be solved,
only be a new individual more better than the heartbreaker.
The pain is different from the deadly marks of a bruise,
deadly sores of a disease,
instead, it has it's own taste, it's own mark,
something that be felt better on the inside than out.
It's wonderful, and it matches the scares that are left on the exterior,
the small, daggery lines that are purposefully drawn.
Claws that scratch and produce lines of blood,
that can be similar to the pain of heartbreak,
or perhaps the needle for a tattoo, only sharper,
plunging more deeper.
It's cannot, shan't be describeable,
but indeed fantastical.