Crushed. Like a rose, torn apart by the wind
And the rain, in a storm of love too great for whole hearts to recover.
Shattered. The melancholy remnants of the crystallized glass of love are all that is left, in the end.
Your heart feels frozen. Numb with a pain that hurts too much to feel. Slowly though, small spasms of pain seep through in to the act of strength you put on, wrenching you heart in two.
Transparency. The mask you used to hide behind suddenly disappears as you plunge into the depths of despair. Where it is cold and dark and you are once again alone.