… I am a tiny bit heartbroken
I am a tiny bit heartbroken, as if such a thing can be done by degrees. As if you can be only slightly dead, half flying, kind of in love.
More accurately, I am heart-scratched and heart-dented, or heart-cracked and leaking, but not quite drowning, not just yet. I have taken a good punch, and all the love has been knocked out of me, even though I am desperately trying to suck it all back in. I might be a little more hurt than I realise, but for now I’m just dazed.
My heart might break more with the swelling, until it is wholly incomplete.