It’s dark
and cold
and raining.
The kind of night
that teenage girls
use as metaphors for heartbreak.
With tears
streaming down their cheeks
they try,
so very hard,
to find words for the pain.
They use common words
to describe complicated things.
They simplify emotions
in order to explain what cannot be defined.
What choice do they have
given the times we now live?
One is convinced
it was more than a crush.
Another upset
she only found puppy love.
But the worst is reserved
for true love that ends,
because love and truth are funny things.
It’s fitting to call it heartbreak
when hopes and dreams are dashed
and it leaves you empty and alone.
It’s no wonder
they call it heartbreak
when it feels like you chest is collapsing,
heaving in sync with your shoulders
while gasping for air.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem