when a window shatters. a table leg breaks, or when a picture falls off the wall it makes a noise.
but as for your heart, when that breaks, it's completely silent. u would think as it's so important it would make the loudest noise in the whole world, or even have some sort of ceremonious sound like the gong of a cymbal or the ringing of a bell. but it's silent and you almost wish there was a noise to distract you from the pain.
even if there's a noise, it's internal. it screams and no one can hear it but you. it screams so loud your ears ring and your head aches. it thrashes around in your chest like a great white shark caught in the sea, it roars like a mother bear whose cub has been taken away. thats what it looks like and thats what it sounds like. a thrashing, panicking, trapped great big beast, roaring like a prisoner to its own emotions.
but thats just the thing about love: no one is untouchable. it's as wild as that, the beast. it is, as raw as an open flesh wound exposed to salty sea water. but when it actually breaks, it's silent..
u're just screaming on the inside, and no one can hear it.