Yet that’s what heartbreak feels like; it’s having someone reach into your chest and tear the organ from your body, except they don’t use any tools or care to make it a clean extraction. They yank and twist until it pops free, leaving all the broken muscle and tissue behind, veins spilling with nowhere else to pump into. It’s visceral, blinding pain that sparks in the wound and creeps outward, testing the waters to see how much you can take.
