DRAMATIC MONOLOGUE Poem: What Heartbreak Feels Like, by Teagan Sanders

A great love has its ups and downs, its good moments and its bad, but can love be just as great.? “Butterflies is a way your body is telling you this isn’t real,” people have said. Could they have told me this sooner? Does your body really tell you that?

Eventually, he walked into that room on that day (could time redo that moment for me) I thought it was true. For once I thought I could get over the past, how could I know it wouldn’t last? “Good morning sir,” he said walking my way. (How could first words make me feel this way?)

It took a bit after that first day but now things have gone my way. Just two months and we were free from the lying about us and the between. (Kept on pushing that voice inside from telling the truth about the butterflies this time.) Longing for more, things have changed, a bit more love, a bit less lies at least I thought so. More people knew, more
people cared (how could it get worse from here) less hiding, less caring just that he said she said coming about. (More of the butterflies coming about, less real it’s starting to get.)

“No, he does,” I tell her when she asks the big question. “Ok, but if he doesn’t love you you need to leave him.” (Perfectly imperfect she was, but this time she was perfect. Quitting I couldn’t do perfectly but loving the wrong person is the one thing I could do right.)

Ready to get hurt, I kept going in the relationship. Starting to think this was a mistake, I got distant and he got scared, I thought it was real. Two weeks later, I got the gift, I regretted it almost instantly, but there was nothing I could do. Unless his gift was heartbreak, it was wrong, it was wrong, it was very wrong.

(Very smart, he was, just not right now, told my friend it was fake, said we finished weeks ago. What a liar, what a briber.) You know how it goes, tears and anger, how do I know what was real? Zooming to today it starts again just this time I will know if the love is real.