Author's Note: Just so you know, 'azure' is the color of the sky on a cloudless day.

Heartbreak is not a loud, deep crack;

Heartbreak is a silver hairline fracture in a red, full, bleeding heart.

Heartbreak is the phantom thunder when it isn't raining,

not the violent summer thunderstorm that leaves the world refreshed when it has gone.

Heartbreak isn't a plate shattered into a million tiny lethal pieces;

Heartbreak is a child's balloon popped on a rusty stray nail.

Heartbreak is passing out on a dirt road after running for miles,

not being tossed like a rag doll by the pickup truck barreling down it.

Heartbreak is a lonely Sunday morning sitting with only conflicting thoughts,

rather than a routine of smiles and practices and hidden despair.

Heartbreak is not dark or violent or angry or small;

Heartbreak is blue and beautiful and the kind of pain that you submit yourself to over and over again,

because it's just so alluring.

Heartbreak is not the red of blood

Nor the black of heart.

Heartbreak is azure.