when the clock read 3:27 AM and I was shaking, trembling, quaking in the summer heat
and I had to bite my fist because I was screaming so loudly but no sound was coming out
and my tears were soaking and staining your mattress, coating it in wet mascara
and I was pushing as hard as I could away from you as you wrapped your arms and legs around me, refusing to let me leave
and my free hand was covering my ears as if I could block out the sound of you saying “I love her” from echoing in my head
that’s what a broken heart looked like."