Heartbreak

It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before
It’s waking up at four am to remind myself how much I hate him
It’s fantasizing about punching him in the throat if he ever tries to speak to me again
It’s seeing the car he drives on the road and forcing myself to not slam into it
It’s seeing his face mounted on every man around me
It’s wishing it was his face
It’s sitting outside, smoking, waiting for him to pull up to my house
It’s staring out of the window with lapses in judgement thinking I should text
It’s cyber stalking him on social media hoping to find him fucking out like I am
It’s crying myself to sleep at night as I wonder where he’s been sleeping
It’s waking up nauseated by my own sadness that I can bare the sight of food
It’s kissing anything remotely attractive with the hopes of feeling something again
It’s waiting up until two in the morning hoping he would drunk dial
It’s thinking of him every second of every day

While he moves on with her.