My Heart Without You

So, here's what it feels like: Imagine a 300 pound gorilla with nails as long as windshield wipers ripping open your chest and laying your heart bare. The gorilla hands grab the life out of it, and twist it every which way and more. Then it is pulled out of your chest, thrown against a glass wall, and splintered into a million sharp shards. The shards are picked up and squeezed together to form a semblance of your previously whole heart. Sharp edges remain, it stays twisted, and barely fits into the empty chest cavity. It beats raggedly but still provides a healing life force. It will never be the same, and that is as it should be, because your heart has lost its soulmate.