It didn't hurt when my heart broke. Did I expect to? Definitely. It wasn't quite melancholy either. But in fact something else. Something beyond us I suppose. Something so overwhelming with emotion, Yet devoid of any colour. So perplexing.. And yet in it, I find sense. Sense in the fact that when I was a girl, I was told; "One day you will find someone And they will become your world And I promise you, it will be the most amazing thing ever." And they were right. I did find someone. But they neglected to mention what happens when they left. That there would be nothing. No black, just void. And then out of nowhere, A symphony in my head. More chaotic than the most unorthodox of avant-garde. Something so overwhelming, that not even the sharpest of words could do it justice. Nothing. Then an explosion so immense and cataclysmic, That it shook my very being. Who could fathom that? Then finally I became whole, For the first time in a lifetime. When what I thought I needed left me, I realised I was whole. Like seeing colour for the first time, The world sparkled before my eyes. For I was a human experiencing a supernova. But it was more than that, A galaxy? Maybe even a whole universe. But it was my universe. And it's finally alive. My heart awoke with a bang, But it never really broke For we're all made of stardust, And fuel our lives, with hope. -Skylarking