When your heart is broken, it’s hard to do more than think of similes and metaphors for how you feel.
It’s like a bomb went off in your life.
The ground goes sandy under your feet.
It’s like being crushed by a piano.
Your life is suddenly riddled with termites.
It’s like he gave your his heart, and you cherished it for years; and then you opened it, only to find it was full of maggots all along.
Everything–colors and sounds–begin to seem like they’re in a dream. Or maybe this is just wishful thinking.
This is why, I think, there are so many poems and songs about heartbreak. The only way to deal with it is through verse.