If heartbreak was a sickeness,

I would evidently be ill with thee.

My heart aches with every breaking beat,

As if it were made of cracking glass,

Waiting for its final shatter.

If heartbreak was a sickness,

I know it is within me.

Love is nothing but utter defeat;

I cannot win, so I must let it pass

Though why must it matter?

If heartbreak was a sickness,

Then there is surely no cure.

I am sick day after dreadful day,

Waiting for the impending pain to cease;

Begging for a relief to release.

If heartbreak was a sickness,

Then I dare say this is the sickness I endure.

I cannot find a single way

To heal my broken heart; each piece.

I beg for my heart to find complete peace.