Notes on Heartbreak

by Annie Lord

I find that too often words fall short, reducing the overwhelming swell of feeling to an isolated sensation as though it was just one thing and not all of you at that moment.

I cry because it’s pathetic that he still gives me butterflies even when he’s talking the logistics of leaving me forever.

Now the only relationship you share is one in the past tense: had, held, tasted, touched, breathed, believed. You can’t face the memories being ruined, because that’s all you have left.

I can listen to Taylor Swift’s ‘We Are Never Ever Getting Back Together’ at full volume and know that it’s women like me she’s written it for.

books that mention TS >>>>>>>>>>>>>

I’m scared of where this is going because the last time I believed in happiness it left and its departure did worse things to me than sadness ever could.