I like to be heartbroken

I like to be heartbroken
I like to chase my grey gilded shadow
Across vast plains of bleakness
Emptying me out in a perfect hollow.

I like to listen to my sadness
Tearing my insides into carefully calculated strips
Each square, a shuddering, quivering mass
Tattooed with a single name, over and over again.

When it’s all over and nothing can begin
I will begin to love again
My wails will wait backstage, star struck sorrow
Like pallbearers, who will come only when called.