atmospheres.

Broken hearts have atmospheres.

Broken hearts have atmospheres with stained stars,

with milky ways the color of blood

and constellations that lack maps and meanings.

Broken hearts have far-gone suns that eclipse behind their burning earths,

where broken hearts are breaking hearts
and words are becoming ashes.

Broken hearts have atmospheres full of moons

with full moons

and midnight moons and Goodnight, Moon's 

and half-moons with half-truths, where they keep their half-okay's.

Broken hearts have atmospheres full of half-okay's.

Atmospheres the color of metal and the scent of death,

lacking oxygen

with sharp stars,

where they scratch your soul

and turn your veins into electric storms.

But broken hearts have atmospheres,

with veins that map the constellations

and flames that fuse into God's favorite stars.

Atmospheres of dying light

and learning light

and birthing light

and living light.

Atmospheres of blue veins and red blood,

white lines and damage fines,

black and gold and stars that stain.

Broken hearts have atmospheres made of bloodstains

and black hours.

But broken hearts have atmospheres,

and atmospheres
never break.