Brokenheart.
The heart that was broken by the heart that was not.
Oh life, it is too much with me.
I feel life all too keenly, and it is filling up my insides with a burning, molten liquid, golden like the flashes of sun,
those swords that slice through the foliage, green and ripe.
Passion.
Its color is brilliance- gold, bronze, and silver.
And it is inside me.
If only it would burst and beam out of me I could be whole and not broken like the heart that was not broken.
Like the one who was not broken.
Like you.