They say the more you love someone the more it hurts to lose them.  They say it’s worth it.  But I don’t know who “they” is.

I’ve watched people dear to me lose the love of their life and… they say different things.  They want what they had back because to be without them feels worse than death.  But that love made them feel.  Made them normal.  Made them more human.

And it left them measuring everyone else short…

It’s a type of violence

A heart beating

How loud it can pound

How hard it can break

The way it latches on

And falls in love

The way it catches

And snags itself

On harsh words

On critical thoughts

How it empathizes

How it sacrifices

How it sympathizes

How it… hurts

It’s a type of violence

A beating heart