A broken heart
That’s what they say

But this heart is devoid of a dent, no crack, no piece piercing through the skin draped over my chest

So what do they mean?

No!

It’s just an ache in my chest

That’s what I say

The pain caused only by longing.

Longing for what I can see but can’t have.

It dangles right in front of me, right before my very eyes, teasing me, tempting me, beckoning on me with that smooth sultry voice that vocalises my name.

I take one step forward but my crave takes a million steps away thus denying me grasp- a holding, a clutching of my very want.

My chest tightens, air in my lungs build up, limbs go limp and eyes water up. The wetness wets my cheeks and my nose sniffles, lips tremble as I emit quiet sobs, the all too familiar sound that now adorns my bedroom.

Broken heart they say, but I reply;

No!

It’s just a pain in my chest.