It starts in the face

With swollen eyes and puffy lips

And moves onto the throat

With a burning lump that happens when

You’re trying not to cry

But the the thought of them

Is making your fingertips ache

And you’ve been sleeping too much

Because in your dreams they still love you

And you’re starting to smell

But why should you care

Because everything hurts in the most painful dull way

When there’s a hole in your chest

Where a heart used to be

And your blood is pumping slower

You can barely move

But time is ticking

And your wounds are healing

Your blood will start pumping

And your heart will grow back

Things will be different

But they will be okay

Because you’ll remember how to breathe

And you’ll remember how to laugh

Even when you remember

What you can never forget

That weight on your chest

And the tears you shed

In those bathroom stalls

And the way you begged

For it all to end

You will never forget

The anguish, the ache

And how it all starts in the face.