Heartburn.

"But when I saw you kissing that girl, My heart, It shattered. & My eyes, They watered."

Have you ever felt a burning feeling in your chest?
No, not chest pains.
Not a heart attack.
Definitely not anxiety.
It's that burning feeling.. The feeling you get when your heart sinks after flying so high.

Flying so high, in nothing.
Nothing but dirty sky.
Your dirty sky, you wouldn't clean it, not for me.
But I didn't mind, I just flew on.
Minding my own business, floating like I'm in heaven.

But when you blew that dirty bubble,
I was still in it.
You saw me, didn't care.
You just had to pop it.
Ruin my fun.
Kill my joy.
Be the designated partypooper.

And so, I fell.
Falling from the dirty sky,
Choking on disgusting residue from your atmosphere.
Your atmosphere.
Don't worry, I'm tough.
I'm big and strong, I can stand up after this fatal fall.

But, I'm still here.
Lying down, crippled and crushed.
I'm hurt.
I'm thinking my life is over.
I'm wondering if anyone even cares to save me from my state.
But, I'm still here.

And the butterflies in my stomach.. They've been massacred..
Except for two or three..
They're still fluttering about in my stomach.
I can't believe they're still alive, after all this.
Just like I can't believe I'm still alive.

And my heart..
It.. It burns..
Insanely bad.
And I have nothing to fix it.

Author's Note

Well, I have nothing to say here.

Reviews

[F. Nazarov]

I feel you could have used different words to portray the same idea,
but have a bigger impact on the reader.
Otherwise, it's decent.